What have I done

 

Once upon a time, there was the empress
in the white castle with sapphire covers
in the bosom, she hid the marigold
for the knight of the royalty blue

But the proud rejected her desires and all splendour.
Through the glacial air of the court,
the warrior waved the silver sword
and from violet lips cut off no
at the snowy dawn, he jumped on his pale horse
with his chest full of rumbles rode from the castle

dim lights woke up the white petals face
with the cherry balm on the pillow,
the czarina has fronted bloodshot gaze
before the universe her crown became dark
down the ring, she ran with the nightgown and rosy feet

from a nearby town, she summoned her secret servant,
you will tell, my faithful,
that you have not received a ducat from me,
so she gave him the healthy horse
and on the saddle hung a large sack of gold
go now from village to village
house to house taverns to taverns and blaspheme me

his serpent's tongue sowed reasonable fear
until it rebelled all the villagers
When the young knight heard the news return before her skirts
Your Majesty, slander has fallen on you

above the bowed head on his knees,
her soft hand showed
'guards, sage him!'
then, she went out before the heads of her empire,
on the terrace of her white palace.

My citizens, and the caves of the firm forge,
there is neither gold nor treasure in the coffers
because they fall under the hands of the blue knight
you didn't receive the gold coin; he stole from your jewels,
but my guardians are swift; they caught the thief
children hungry mouths are, the death penalty

silence passed all over the land,
covering all the windows with black cotton,
home vibrations of waiting, they lit by candles
winter days, woke up the kingdom core
Milady, the truth seed has not sprouted

In the cold paths of the underground prison
between two carved torches, the silhouette watched him.
Flames departed in the eye of the attendant,
steps of the young and the old left the walls of the empire.

The hoarfrost fell on the emperor's dark hair,
sprinkled the dusk of the deserted fort
to inhale the sad one, the lonely one

    

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Why

 Why you do not paint,

when I write

silk pale purple laces

In our mirror's room

lightly spin the lipstick over lips

the colour overripe cherries

and lean them on the mouthpieces of Parisian long avenues

let go the sound of heels

through the music of the Balkan gipsies

and whisper my name in the fields of the rice

To hear the secret land hidden by black horses thunder

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Sadness

 

Cold icicles sank into the late cherries,
and the brown shadow swing intertwined branches,
in the silence of the roar, the bark cracks,
and trembling hand holds the canopy crown.
Restless curls kiss the evening glass
and lips softly, caressing salty raindrop.

'Do not go, stay',
from the wooden balcony calls the note from the guitar.

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Good bye

 During the tram of the first autumn rain

while the storks are kissing the mountain horizons,
a pigeon will shed its feathers in your garden fountain

And the thousand golden nests will wash the ashes from your lashes
along with the white basin
to your rosebud lips blubber from cooing lullabies

heat to heat, my swirl of feathers
beneath the green canopy of nowhere springs

A lesson from the granddad

On the table of my dark chambers

in the candlelight always rests the note of the wounded partisan.

In this grove

one raindrop cut your net tread, long time ago,

now, my rifle is the law

The lesson from a thief

Maybe you have a castle,

but you don't know, it's under the magician's coat,

says the man on the bench.

It is more pleasant

my wings float on the starry sky

The key ring

Help me,

That the ring cuts those tangled yarn like the diamond sword.

Embrace me,

dulcify the lemon slice on my lips

before I bite the sweet hat of the madman mushroom,

let the sparrow blowout through the shackles like through dark hedge

and spin the leaves into a thousand green butterflies.

Let's bathe naked, shameless, in the milk of iridescent clouds.