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Snowflake and fire

Flew snowflake, so happy

Flying fool on the light from the fire.

Perhaps regarded him as the only

She suddenly born already in love?
The fire she whispered, be my dove,

He was a beacon to her in the silence of the night.

She danced a happy, silly,

Forgetting everything in the night sky.
The fire's burning, melting snowflakes

Girl friends of her own who may be wanted

Become the lucky one...

But he melted them - you don't need me.
Flying baby, but the heart is cold,

It is not for warmth you were born.

Another soul, bonfire're not similar

There heart is hot, but the ice you have.
But it is clear tired, who is a fire that supported,

And winter as snowflakes do not count.

Fading embers, he tried, he would keep,

The spark for the one whom he waited that night.
She flew to the last spark,

He gave only to her.

But the cold heart extinguished spark,

Now his heart was bound dark ice.
On the coals already the snow is there snow drifts,

She flew off to another fire.

Because he was not the only one

Who in the heart of the ice brought in the morning.
So fly, with cold hearts,

Love you fires turning into ashes.

With a of hearts take a spark,

Love making in a night game.

12.12.13 AKC
The tale of the night

The window the moon looks like an eye,

And the wolves are howling behind the wall

The outside world is cruel,

And someone in the darkness coming for me...
In the darkness she heard sobs,

What, maybe there crying child?

But Chu... maybe it's the voice of the bittern?

That scream, or to wait for a guest who?
But no, the crying, not the child,

The cries in the dark succubus -

The vampire's daughter, in the village,

Heart suddenly lost...
Hungry in the village she flew,

Looking for a victim in the pitch darkness,

And as luck would have caught a couple -

He someone a home was drunk.
And our vamp deciding to wait,

While they parted,

Decided in the house to go to her,

After all, there is Rodney.
Sweetheart guy waited a long time

And I was ready to leave,

But then he ran,

All flushed from love.
Plays blood... do you smell that?

She is still in bloom.

Sweet, tall, curly hair,

Loved the guy more than anyone.
For her sake he was ready mountains,

Collapse on the way the two of them,

But only here did not know it was he,

Who met her on the way...
What blood, what dish,

For obozhatelnitsa dreams!

Leaving a modicum girl

Vamp quickly flew away in the night.
So they came slowly -

Fed with the darling child,

While the girl gradually

From bloodsuckers in the coffin came down.
The little girl in the crypt of the put,

And the guy came, loving

Do sweet wept at the grave,

He was strong, not revealed himself.
And our vamp after girls

Flew to the boy,

He's sitting on the threshold of night

All dreaming, looking at the moon...
But she is the moon the creation,

And became the youngster Rodney then.

And to the guy suddenly the charm

Passion swept ghoul...
Not once, not twice, she flew,

Just taking a look at it.

Hitherto she didn't know

What could love.
And what's with them as a couple,

He day lives, it is in the night...

He told her to feed... so yeah, fun

While lit the wick of the candle...
.......................................................
But... we forgot about the girl,

What in the tomb slept like the dead.

Yes... a dream that was the baby

The vampire poured out his blood.
She poured her a couple of drops,

To companion to have.

You try a couple of centuries -

One like your finger, into the darkness to look.
Slept girl week

Awakened at night from sleep,

And once the guy departed -

Vampire blood in her came alive.
But something strange, human

Because the feeling was awake within her,

Unlike the vampire,

That timelessness gave her...
After all, the one that the girl was bitten

Was not the boy to torment,

Although hungry to bed

But it wouldn't kill....
And the feeling was so strong,

Again she tormented herself.

And starve quietly dried up,

But could not bite loving.
Ate human beast,

But to people more than a foot.

And early in her agony

To inspire human kind's blood.
She's already had time to forget,

About the one in the night,

Yourself to a pair of bit.

The moon, remind! Do not be silent!
After all, woke up bitten!

And the kid in trouble,

Her he is waiting under your light,

Don't wait for can never....
And there is no trace of human feelings,

And only hunger, anger, fear!

And to the boy she's from the cemetery

Flying with a smile on his lips.
But under that ominous smile

Lurking death, but not love.

And kiss him one last

Prepares lunar daughters blood.
And upon arrival, was pomilovati,

But the heart is dead, only the hunger!

The bite... she didn't hesitate...

He's dead... with a smile on his lips.
He died never having believed,

That sweetheart could betray,

And that sense of the maelstrom of the beast

Could she prevail...
She sated soared,

It sang in his blood inside.

Here only did not know the killer,

What will soon be the light of dawn.
As soon as the beam touched it,

Fell dead... rightly so...

Let heartless sleeping killer

Let sink in a dead sleep.
Kid day buried

In simple, no frills, a coffin.

In the Church relieve dirge

Ever sent into darkness....
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And vampire heart ached,

It seemed no his... adcal?

But human love

Suffered because vampire daughter.
Could not resist, flew...

To see him again.

And though the moon was in the Zenith,

But anyone on the porch...
Peering out of the window saw

What wine glasses on the table stand,

And mother homeboy that was

Before the images in tears...
And it became clear that stvorila,

What is sleeping peacefully in the deep darkness,

That will not come back any more cute,

Not to dream in the moonlight.
Here her cry and hear at night,

When the moon rises to the Zenith...

Calling it with all the sadness

Someone lacking...
.....................................................
To me this tale told...

The Forester and his wife.

When goosebumps ran,

Decided to check it...

Me a place in the house showed

Where could I go to bed... fell Asleep...good

Flowed from everywhere in the house...

The moon was the face, like silver.

The middle of the night moaning, I'm delusional?

I just thought that a dream

But I got up... on the trouble...

After hearing the forest with baby moan...

Since that night, I have been waiting for...

When the moon is like silver...

I again have a dream,

The voice of the creature in the night,

Calling into the abyss, this is it

With a groan cried about love...

But more interesting here,

What I can not understand...

As vamp is capable of good,

And the man ready to betray.

The succubus suddenly loved,

And the girl was able to kill...

Vampire love opened,

And man...

In animal greed forgot...

15.12.13 AKC
Based

Life playing hide and seek with us...

Yes and no, alas long -

Not a riddle, not for answers,

Life the spindle.
Can fortunately, maybe with grief,

Life make sense -

Those who needed sometimes

And who needed himself.
Those who helped once

Unselfishly, from the heart,

Those who climbed into the soul for gold

Its certanily soul
But yet in this life

Always keep your heart of evil...

Life is a funny thing because,

Pits, bumps - until the end.
And who endure, did not give up,

The one who's heart is not blind,

He only becomes human,

Who each give to the bread.
I often think that in Zlata

Happiness... but love it...

And we are losing wealth,

Oneplease of recyclable materials.
People... think about loved ones,

Take care of those who have...

And chasing distant,

Stay on the ground.
Those who loves with all his heart,

Those who soul with you

You will be rewarded handsomely there,

If you soul with the family!

17.01.14 AKC
Candles are crying

Candles are crying for love, candles cry

They shed tears for those who failed,

His life to live not so... otherwise...

All giving and taking nothing in return...

Candles cry hot wax melting

Its fine, but a living soul...

And tears of wax completely destroying all

Our thoughts... thoughts... and sins...

You come in and there in the Church, light a candle,

Light a candle for you that never came true...

And then, perhaps, before the icon,

Your sin before God will pour wax...

17.01.14 AKC
Baby

Looked the kid in the window and tears were seen

Dad crouching in the darkness is gone...

He was bow-backed're not from the cold,

He's just so far back in the family wanted...
The kid with his father half the night playing with toys,

But remember the baby that night... my dad soon to leave...

Yeah... not merged their mother's soul,

But I do with it? Leave me my parents!
Eyes, eyes full of sorrow...

And pains which he predicted a close...

The father and mother... the child's happiness exchanged

... On that myself I don't...
We're all running and ask God for a miracle,

I hope that he will give us his...

But NEVER such as would not,

Throwing your child!

10.02.14 AKC
Birch and wind

Lived the wind, crank, and he wandered through the white light,

Here I will prigolubit, there prieska who sinned.

And here it is birch once, young one, noticed,

She, curly, one in the wild field, poor fellow, is...

It hugged the snake young ivy vines,

And no strength to throw off, because it would be alone, let it hang...

And the wind... fool her he gently hugged her shoulders,

And only rustled the leaves - I give myself, I watch your front...
She's young, and he... lived too long in this he is the light,

Didn't mean to offend... how many does he have...

But he became very curly ones these,

And the mill, was a mile and more, that he knew everything.

He hot days tried to brighten up the suffering

The sun bore, evil heat burning her,

And threw her out of those slippery, predatory scourge

Ivy young, Sookie pulled out of her.
Liked her her, in the spring, he remarked,

One, only one among all who knew, loved.

And dreamed, when he arrived from a distance at dawn

And dreamed, when he leaves playing around, joking.

Winter has arrived, so the cold didn't tear her heart,

Tried to hug him and to warm at least a little bit,

Probably he opened his soul to her door,

In that soul that he could never look.
Birch trees only increasingly he heard sobs:

"Here I am young... but you've grown older...

And wild, you will always be wild...

Maybe its you love too long you looked."

And the wind was darkened, a storm sometimes turning,

Sweeping away with the way everything where you went,

But it is still a breeze coming back...

I haven't noticed yet... again so entwined with ivy...
"Yes, ivy became friends yesterday at dawn,

When you flew away to dust to subdue.

Because I never loved you, nice wind,

Thanks for everything, but I can with ivy and I to live.

Because we are far and couple with you at all -

Beautiful, slim, you're ancient and gloomy man.

And the songs... ivy will sing them with me at dawn,

Winter warm... or one will live."
In spring the beautiful birch wore earrings,

Standing majestically, beautiful, young, slender,

And the wind... a little more grayer it...

Here summer is gone, the old woman came winter...

And the ivy frost the snezhochek a little powdered...

Poor guy couldn't her from danger to save it...

Foliage, and the foliage spread....

Froze the poor... and to survive are unable to spring...
And the wind buzzing... he's walking over the open plain...

Shooting the dust and the snow, where birch was...

Favorite... would be with you forever...

Why are you ivy for himself elected...

11.02.14 AKC
Gave everything

And it's true, he was not listening,

Lived besuto, as in oblivion

He was trying to save that soul,

That once burned in the darkness.

And He tried us in science

To give a daughter, Pauline calling,

And He wanted to leave us souls...

But I knew... Everything I know...
But I knew...

Everything I knew...
So it was, and I wasn't listening,

And dreamt it all to me,

What you give me in science,

Will give and I will walk in your sleep.

And will stay with me for a long time,

And betray, and I will not betray,

What this science a lot,

All yourself... And I will give you.
All give,

Soul would die too...
All gone, and the house he abandoned,

Built for the three of us...

And all I end fell swoop

Tried, but He said: "Live!"

He said, but left the body,

After all, the soul I gave you,

The body without a soul tired

Waiting to take to himself...
That's all, I can't hear

That's all, maybe I'm tired.

God only save the soul,

For which I gave myself!
Everything gave

For you gave.

11.02.14 AKC
Gouache

And the whole world suddenly became,

Only with halftones...

Black and white and terrible,

And disappeared all colors,

In vain...

I tried gouache to try something to draw.
Painted walls

Red with streaks of gray paint

In drops of blood from the heart was the color

This color was paved with Hell...
And pieces of the soul,

What is torn from the cry,

From the unknown words...

I didn't notice that in the story

Have you forgotten what love means.
Swans painted blue ineptly,

Flying together...

Flying loving the azure dawn...

So help you God...

How do I withstand the pain...
And wrote: "let it Go,

Don't hold"...

But... loved...

And did I love the blade, the edge

In black and grey colors

Without forgetting anything
Not forgetting the color blue

In the blue sea

Where you tried

For myself

Foliage color

Where I walked with you

White color...

Daughter where she was born...
Bitter color of our

Strife

When we were denied with thee - loving...

And look, all I'm looking for that sun

Everyone is looking for in the dark I...

But I'm looking for the former - you...

17.04.14 AKC
Wedding photographer

Funeral song put us as a wedding photographer

Photos making popane us in that Golden October

And 40 nights, like on top of them we counted some chronograph

Swirled snowflakes of care under the waltzes in your head
Who said it had to be this way and such terms

But it has long been supposed that the dead in forty days funeral service

Bad weather... what then in December there was bad weather

And at the heart of a Blizzard and I wanted to rant and rave
Nine months is not a period of time, said so himself Vysotsky

Just how much for those nine years I had to endure

And in July, when the land all in the thrall of nature

We had love, that was, to begin to serve a panikhida
And then the anniversary... just some kind of fairy tale, as if about demons

Led, whirled family home our demonic Blizzard

And you know, I never particularly believed

But love is lost, I do not know what to think sometimes
And now anniversary I love and feasts meet

Everything's just and date would like, but hard to forget

Because love is March, and the Lord in all the world revives

But the funeral feast - September... in September I have to re-live
I'm looking for, I'm looking to kind some sort of wizard

Able from past years this song somehow remove and erase

That included us once the drunk at the wedding photographer

I forgot about everything... and be able hymn to love to sing again

19.08.14 AKC
A wedding gift

Instead of the heart in my chest marble

Bursts at the seams my soul

You gave me in the chest this stone

And now you're already a draw

It I need to Polish to a Shine

Blood to cover, as the varnish is a lovely colour

And gift to you - to the white veil of the bride

Make your next Wedding

Beautiful decoration will be

Red and white - good on you

I red already no need

Not red dead

You put it in the head

Will you at night, he whisper

The tale of my dead memory

And maybe I'll teach you to love it again

Don't worry, because it will be softer featherbeds

After all, it broken heart my

Don't want to? Well, the age he carved, not long

The only remains of what to dump him...

Seams only red-hot iron will do

Mend his torn their nerves

The threads won't hold

And nerves, thee elongated - or rather because

24.10.14 AKC
A glass of love

My love will come by the drippings from the eternally dissatisfied clouds

And angry wind pipe... it will come, because he is mighty

And a rainbow from the waterfall

Will make you a wreath

From the stars, only an eternity to her reward

The heat from the sun and a mountain stream chill

All this is mixed in the glass

Crystal my love

Because I love -- I know it

You take a drink... or a glass break...

13.11.14 AKC
The old waltz

A musician played the waltz

So long ago... circling them... so blithely forgotten

Like and next one...

And sweeping them waltz in the eternity...

Gone all of a sudden... on canvas and all the paint had suddenly gone out

And definitely no one around...
Tunes all suddenly erased and forgotten waltz sheet music sounds...
A musician played the waltz...

But most of the chord in the heart does not bother...

And only in extinct, faded eyes

In tear... from smoke Nakata

Dancing under two... the waltz shaking... tears...

And the memory of the soul... heart and not eating...

17.12.14 AKC
Exalted

Snowflake send December, she will warm

You blow on it... it will soar... suddenly... she knows how

Your you heart let go, let fly

It locks don't hold a star... is calling... and the heart knows
Let the star light will come to you

Were you to hear it

And they need to him in a dream

Above all... above
There are stars in the distance dispersed, they should be collected

Maybe you will be able, were tending their flock

Give, please, them on for you

Because the light they need me... even unquenchable

26.12.14 AKC
Two souls

Soul with soul in the light of the candles said

One was open and gentle, the second... like talking...

Only grey, only ignorance, bursts of anger....

"Forgive me... the first said, if I blew it...

His love... and even unwittingly...

But what could hurt, I don't understand...

-Yes no-same... everything is fine... I love you too... I'm just sad...

And candle light only reflected her sorrow, in her warmth as if they were shaking...

Meanwhile there was a dark cloud of anger...

He understood that there is no love... not understand what...

What he did not, for fear of offending...

But, unfortunately, we are blind, when we love much... can't see...

Haven't seen it warmly giving his that she doesn't need heat... it burns...

Her cold, January was looking for cold

And he with his warmth... he's a piece of ice to snow... young... he was not needed...

Tossed between heaven and earth...

The wind white

And the winter cold... the February Blizzard...

And he fired her... frost...
And I thought that love burns...

How often do we more desire accept...

Chalk the wind, and he warmth of his just killed her, trying to melt the snowflakes

Not realizing that in the heat, cold, soft snow only became... in the piece...

But his soul did not cool down... and Blizzard tried to Shine, to dispel the darkness...

And only killed...

Left in a snowstorm second... and didn't finish... and anger is not dissipated... the drifts between them...

Left second... never ottaw... and icicles on eyelashes only leaving him...

And soul freezing solid, hard crust... she breaks down... with the soul breaks down... and hurt... hurt... hurt...

And ice on eyelashes is melted... tears... flowing into a wound on the soul and expanding the wounds...
Soul with soul in the light of the candles said

One was open and gentle... then... killed...

06.01.15 AKC
Figure

You know... because I always wanted to draw... so many different paintings occurs before the eyes

I tried the pencil...even the brush had tried to take

But strokes strokes remain... not fit the pattern picture

And not what I want... can't I even verses to draw
May hands are tough... maybe my mind is restless...
While perhaps not the Lord gave me the gift in the colors... the joy, the sorrow and soul on the canvas to apply...
We are given only what we need, what we deserve

Failed... well... that is given to us, we will bear...
So many different pictures... out of the tree a day come under the white coat

Them the morning frost from the fog of the night gave her

Beauty on earth... washes heart with joy and bliss

Soars the soul... life is beautiful... and feel... before lived
The light from the full moon... and the path of the stars... where to go in the dream to meet their favorite

Where silver paint to recruit and sprinkle it on canvas

As for the canvas to put the faces of those who have gone... the faces stored in the heart

And where's the colour for me to take, tell me... it put me dream...
The smell of roses... and the instant pain of a thorn... when the flower I cut...

The feeling of joy... ran barefoot in the dew...

The bitterness of the poison of betrayal of a friend... and the sweetness from sleep only... we together

As love... and the loss of his beloved... to sketch and blow on canvas

18.01.15 AKC
Thou shalt not kill!

We have reports from the war read like... Shocker yellow

Read, discuss... not knowing what deesa there...

W-W-W-SHL itching... bees... but the bees do not fly in the winter...

The sound hellish and terrible rest... who will find underground...

A shard cut his leg... and the second is no

And daughter waiting for him at home, sitting around in the box...

The second is not to ride in the morgue... sew it...

Scattered his brothers... will no longer collect...

My neighbor caught a banner night at the airport...

Cut the guy... in the eggs, pity and his wife......

Grinning at the screaming face, scream it means to live,

When I smashed from hail terrible... salute...

Miser lines read... three hundred, two hundred went...

And few people understand... and fuck all that... for that...

My mother, Russia... don't choose you...

So maybe more dead bodies... Afghanistan, Ukraine, Chechnya...

What's happening to you, get up time and again because of my knees!

So, midget, freak... you planted on a member of...

Again flew the gifts... and brother against brother goes...

And how many more are waiting for the three hundredth... for his glory and honor...

-SIS, give me water...

-Not you, honey, to drink...

But Tits... New year... bullfinches...

-SIS, dries the throat and burns... drink...

-Cannot you, my dear, if you want to live...

And they brought the kid, cut in half....

What could, then sewed in place... feet... sheet...

Dude... money, fame, glory...

And the fellow would water... legs back and... everything...

Wake up! Get a grip, people! Commandment - "thou shalt not kill"!

Main! But He judges... and there is no "us" and "them"

19.01.15 AKC
Will be back

You know, because you're right, as I tried to escape

But fled not from you... the love I was afraid of his

Many, many roads passed... away... how to you by the stars

But to escape, I believe, could not, because when I ran away... it was too late to run

And left you the streams, and in my garden now dry

You have only the nightingales sing, I have a Blizzard - zaverucha

But one thing was not right... the sheet is not clean and covered with ashes

Stitch all /in the book of life/ love burned

And the flowers are gone... only ash and soot on the Windows...
Yeah... I tried to escape into the wilderness, only I didn't forget that body

The taste of those lips... the eyes and... spring, when only I wanted

No more of that angel... demon... in this body moved in a long time

I'm sorry... not banished him... no... too late... too little praying
There is no judgment for us... or me... or you... see so God has bequeathed to us

I - escape... to remember you... the devil with thee left of the road...

Only the Lord is not in vain because elected for the earth's geoid shape

As I the wilderness was looking for... not only to you I come, my sun... know and remember...

25.01.15 AKC
Memories

To me yesterday came the memory wipe, they say - I will clear everything still hurts

Will no longer anything to disturb you... in the past you without looking you will live

Simple recipe as before... not smart enough... you remember all the moments... and komci, as a foil

And gave me a button that lit up scarlet suddenly... "delete"... press it no I can't

I have long imagined moments with you... spring, March 8, the rustle of summer waves

You... crying at the airport stood you som... in the bathroom... my birthday

As the daughter on the apartment crawl I was taught how to bed bath standing there

"We crawl to mom...", as with my daughter in the bath and then I washed her

As I looked out the window, watching the first snowflakes when you left... then you returned

Native curls, a poem about those cute freckles that sometimes you sorry, babe, teasing

All comkey... family all the memories I make only in pieces, glitter, foil

There are only "erase" foil all debris and wind ashes will take... but for some reason can't...

I know that no return, no return I blurred, but you know how hard for me to last this live

And still afraid that somehow, unconscious... I click on it... sorry baby... I'm sorry...
What he wrote... who... what... eighth March... so still winter... freckles... I don't know anyone with freckles... bathed... Ah cat... ran away the night she... what a mess yesterday held in the room... got drunk... someone, I don't remember, came from scraps... foil strewn around the room... so like chocolate bought, brandy didn't drink... that only drunk and not dream about me, now get out of here and to work time again... but... emptiness inside suddenly flashed some sort... maybe you remember...

This... started yesterday... winter...

27.01.15 AKC
P.S.
The rain I'll give you a hug,

The wind scatter hair,

Memory will kick open...

Believe it...

Still I love you...

Don't expect anything...

Lone star

Beside you, sad...
Meet the armies in heaven... lightning fall on us,

Already no one is looking... time for loving has passed... but it's not happy...

Rain meteor... it seemed to take make...

I just don't know what, maybe...

Another star, burning, falling...

So... we burned down...

Burned in the souls of all...

But ash, debris - sparks,

Burned on... thought... eternal,

Now okay first blow came... dirty counter, trying to make it clean...
Snow all the dirt cover, streams then carry away,

All that was bad, to the sea...

Rains wash the eye waters...

Butterfly soul will fly, will sit on the hand you...

I remember you...

I'm waiting...
P. S.

You know, because the butterflies are not in vain, as the heart...

Not to each sit on hands

Tomorrow is February fourteenth...

Although... why shut down long ago in past the door

No butterflies... snow ahead of zaverucha...

13.02.15 AKC
Sit and talk

Good day, my heavenly Father... just for you... I don't pray,

It would be good to sit with you near us, to make conversation... do you want tea and you pour a glass.

To sit and talk about life... see post and you have a bad...

Why are we not getting through to You my letter... can save you from sin...
To sit and discuss the weather, soon the end will come the winter...

I know... and yet you would have asked... Dakoli? When will the war end?

You know... the thoughts in the air... keep trying... slipping away... I wanted to ask...

Why live... don't like... kill... betray... and as I continue to live...
In chess you would have played, though, and see the party end,

Not afraid to play... you know too... though only human, and you are a God.

Tell me what love is given to us, since it can't hold,

You tell me, Lord, how we should live... to let go, to forget... and as we don't suffer.
Come... I'll make pilaf, fish... a hundred grams? Will not? I help myself to a drink...

The table and wait on them... I'm sick about not going... what you ask, will tell.

Would you like to see the albums... those poems that night wrote,

Can "Aria"... there's a lot familiar.... "I'm free"... I'm sorry, I'm a little tired...
As it is easier to argue when the next... I'd much questioned you,

What in heaven there is, when Hailstones fall asleep our cities?

You know, in many respects are guilty, pray for money to succeed

In the Church come because - because, well, because we go there all...
Okay... I told you about the patient won't -- can all do now to pour you a glass of wine?

Grape... what you love, you may have made a mistake... I'm stronger drink...

You know, Lord, that you busy... hear us... may the will on Earth your...

I know that you hear all prayers, know - Affairs always do...
Good day, my heavenly Father... just for you... I don't pray

Just sit down around, no tea /wine Ile/ you pour a glass

Sit and talk about life... happiness... is about fate and love...

Why not come to You in our letters... come Lord... talk...

19.02.15 AKC
String

Break strings... the bow is seen broken

Candles are crying and crying... smoked

Incense I put that with the icons

The Lord a little better saw me
I smoked this apartment

Where watch repulse century

He forgave me love, give to live in peace

Me, my soul and yet...
I'm trying to banish from the hearts of cold

Explaining to myself that spring

Came into the world, because I live, you need

In this world someone...
Incense... candles... broke a string...

15.03.15 AKC
The new moon

New moon... again torn flesh...

The body of the wolf takes again its rights

And wolf soul... the soul of a person is not able to overcome

A silvery beam fills the moon house
He again revived, your clothes off

Wolf fur all will replace him, will give heat

And the moon is calling... is calling his blood

What runs in the veins, betrayed and forgotten it
Tart flavor... Oh, you wanted to live?

And now the wolf her knees were shaking

And then, when man was still

On his knees he begged you
Soul gave, and the gift took the moon

That was only correct him

To the stars howl just ascended then

In the first full moon in the forgotten and cursed them year
And now at night gives her a tribute

The blood of those that may have forgotten

In the veins of the wolf always January

And taste the blood of those who is torn in pieces killed...
He smiled passing day...

Somewhere inside, you will feel his grin

The one that forever lives in it now

The one that he love exchanged
't be afraid... because he always there for you, you

Blood lust with each moon is stronger

Only a few knew that he is a wolf

But do not tell anyone they trust
Blazes brighter than the sun, the moon outside the window

Poison veins bubbling flesh and breaks

Wait... and listen... it will come in the night secretly...

When the thirst of the moon... people will not be able to overcome...

15.03.15 AKC
The way to the stars

In his soul lived romantic... the little Boy who believe in Grandfather Frost

And he dreamed about the house - the castle... Believed fervently in love that will last until the, until the end of the world

He avidly read books... he Left them, fought for love it to death there

And wish you all a happy life... Believed... that it is possible for all people happiness

He believed friends... Funny, even forty... Believed in something that will help when it is difficult

And he was sick for someone else's pain... white wolf... he rose from his knees many times and loved it night and morning

Yes, and sometimes he drew tears... but then only when he was drunk

And the Lord its not just returned from there... why - he didn't know... but to go out again - not afraid

He with people in person quickly... pain in my heart went loss

Lived, bathed, burning spark hard... and betrayed him - he believed

Knew it would be, not believing in it... and he loved guests in your house

The night didn't lock the door... he knew what must be, will be...

He disappeared one day... quiet... and did not have time last stitch...

Well... he knew that there must be something... in a way by the stars he's gone... at night...

15.03.15 AKC
The house of his dreams

He house itself was built... put him in his dreams,

A garden planted near the house... and the currant bushes, and flowers.

Was at the house where the lawn... with a living room straight out ...
The living room had a fireplace... in front of the window...
From the vine wicker rocking... rocking,

Found it in the rain sat Smoking...

And on the lawn children's world...... a swing for the baby slide ...

And next to the slide on the bench... made of stone... a woman with a child

And the master gave a smile... frozen in stone all the features

What he loved... like they were waiting for... him... off the cards

And called... to go out...

Murmuring there's a fun stream, the house falling in a lake,

Gazebo... for the Princess to its track... from rock to it twisted...

Path to the house in the grapes all buried with two sides

And the roses were also in the garden... and lots of blackberries in it

But in the nursery in the nursery... the desolation... he house of designer folded,

Were soft toys, that's just... in the nursery that no one lived...

Rarely was out of the lawn, longer on the bench he was sitting,

As if the face in the stone came to life when long he looked at them...

And pouring coffee mug, he sat there under the sound of the stream,

The rippling stream... living water running... mount taking...
I like that in a house that came was like may, the garden was full of colour,

The owner of the call not answered my... warm... I on the lawn, swing, wait...
Them on the bench... had three frozen in stone their traits...

Only...

Not cold coffee...
Was holding it...

And my daughter was next to him...

21.03.15 AKC
From memory...

How to just say - from memory it is necessary to throw,

To forget... what was and what will never come true...

How to just say...

Here are just a memory to whiten...

And cut off... the time will pass, all will be forgotten...

You know, it does not pour, what was... and it was - so has already passed?

Bitter... don't drink it stacks as much as,

When we read... don't remember where... that love is evil

Not only because evil gives us the Father and our Lord...

And time does not cure us, the poison does not output from the veins,

Only slowly seeps through the skin it...

You know, every, love sick, would probably change

But not such order love from memory and from your heart down...

Everyone would like blossoming gardens

And the gift of tenderness and life, the taste of her mouth and sinking till dawn

Everyone wished himself to forget in the other,

To drown in their favorite, while remaining a...

You know, maybe a memory, love in us, to now lives,

Only for the Universe to keep the balance...

And memory through the veins we are still bitter poison flowing,

Just so I could write about love... about those who are not together...
How to just say - from memory it is necessary to throw away...

But I don't want to forget and the memory let her live,

Only knows what it means to love,

Can the poison of love to turn into sweet honey...

21.03.15 AKC
Fairy world

Forgive me, Lord, maybe I'm wrong, I'm not asking for happiness,

Maybe I'm wrong and that I thank you for all...

For the pain and for the smiles, for misery,

For the dawn in the morning and for night sleep.
I'm sorry, Lord, for myself, I rarely got asked for forgiveness,

And more for other... for what I die,

So, maybe not writing, need latest creations,

Because the sun will never see and the moon...
I'm sorry, Lord, you all who were able to hurt me

And those to whom it was not given,

Just because I was stronger, their grievances have not seen,

But still forgive them... dreaming of one:
To be loved, not in heaven and on Earth is a sinner, each other,

That could kill a cruelty, rudeness, anger,

Make strong the weak could never hurt

And so... I am in this world, even if just a little bit, had to live...

25.03.15 AKC
Everything goes

't cry, my boy, on your knees, wait... and ask forgiveness for all...

't cry, my boy... you already know... she'd never be with you... alone - your destiny, your role...

It is clear enough for you... asked who paints the canvas of life to us,

It is clear enough... but nothing... the pain of betrayal opens the door to the Temple...

You icon hang on the wall... not so easy to pray

And Him in your heart, in your soul, open the door, He's the only soul capable of love...

Everything will be... fear, betrayal, pain... and earthly love is dust,

May the pain we need to... so for all we... were able to forgive...

04.04.15 AKC

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