Poetry

(Machine translation - Google)
Gray clouds, dragons
In the twilight volume float...
The church golden icons
Light a mysterious pour

(Machine translation - Google)
The suffering of my life dried up
Sterile flour hellish its...
Why, say, we believe, love
Recklessly and lost days?
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Overgrown cane and reed,
My old pond is sad.
Plays a pink sun beam
And yet, like a dream - a magic, unreal