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Poems by Sasha BELLE

Give me rains
This Friday
And on Thursday ... give me
Drought
I will be able to collect bouquets
And stick it in your bosom
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Time will stand still
There will be a dream endlessly dreaming
I will freeze in the vast sky
A bird flying nowhere
There will be hot wings from the sun
Wet wings will be from the rains
For some - absolutely greedy
For others - completely kind
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Give me rains
This Friday
Blue drops on my head
On my shoulders a chocolate maker
Melted the lilac ice floe
And in colors
And in the rains
And extreme
And on the brains
Orange charm
Drop the cheerful youth
And not autumn with rotting ripeness
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From poplar - poplar fluff
Linden - sticky stickiness
Took to be flexible
Flexible its flexibility
Bent herself - does not bend
Bent harder - it hurts
Well, I'm standing straight
I sleep well in general
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Here floats down the river
Swinging
White candy wrapper
From bitter candy
How I feel like doing nasty things
And, count up, I'm not ashamed of this
Will carry an autumn leaf along the river
The yellow sun will set behind the trees
I will stick in you
Sweet bitch
All your spare needles
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I'm so black inside
I'm so black on the outside
That when the lanterns come on
Fear will flow into the black gloom of the puddle
The water is filled with blackness
Black circle and rotten apple
I'm so black
Divide me in two and three
Well, where is black around
Of the gray bottomless well
Settle the remnants of the clouds
And a little mad sun
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I want a ring
What
I want a ring
Such
With gold
With diamonds
With silver
With rhinestones
With blue olives
With beads, brooches
I want a ring
Such
And earrings in my ears
Would
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She left with a beautiful gait
In silver
Through silver puddles
And spring, which is already four days
Cooked me dinner stubbornly
Brought up on a purple plate
Amazingly sweet dish
Spread oranges on the sides
And some sour fruit
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Don't tell
I won't tell ... I won't tell
Show
I will show ... I will show
I will put on a purple dress
Nothing of me will be left
I will dream in my dreams
I will become the wind, the water
And mimosa and yellow tulip
I will forget the words ... in your sentences
For excuses ... insane and drunk
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Black wind ... wind from the sea
I get my thoughts
That once, in a past life
They are frozen in my head
The waves rocked the shore
The ground is leaving under my feet
And I see double in my eyes
Somewhere, something is happening
And the birch sways
And a pine cone fell from the pine
And it looks like you need me
Quiet, modest, gray mouse
The ground is leaving under my feet
And in the eyes still double
You forgot
I'm on a sign - a fire-breathing lioness
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From city lights and screams
To the fires ... and to the wild sounds
Where seagulls, not pigeons
Took me to swim in the ice hole
And get wet and bathe in the sun
So here
I like this vacation
There is no crowd here
And shops
Here I am the only one
Almighty
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Bent me
I was bent
Painting lover
The picture is written
Black canvas universe
White is my story
Who am I
On the mountain
I AM
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Blue fire
Red candle
Touch
Quiet
By hand
Squeeze in your fingers
Blue fire
It's not easy for me to know
That which makes salt salt
My wounds with a firm hand
Salt the pain
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