#white verse

[souloceanheartoldfogey]

You were a hero, and memory only grows stronger day after day,

Penetrating into the distant pieces of the brain, displacing the sclerosis.

I met people with your habits and words, but my soul

Torn off the "notyou", exposing their true face, this is the price of tears.

I learned to live without you, every day of your country is unique,

Here, the good and the peace you have gained are still alive.

Only the child's voice is quieter and quieter, you worship,

Sometimes I can smile a little more, although the landmark fell. =)

Overcome the question why is not he, the other, and you ?! There was only one left.

And in the afternoon, remembering your big heart, giving the initiative,

I can not forgive and understand the injustice of the truth -

For what does God rip first the best flowers?! ©

[notesovertherailroads]

Fragment of the past

And yet there he has risen and there wasn't much humanity that had left in him, but many memories of what was to be a human.

[smolbisith]

празни думи като черупки изхвърлени на брега; разговори лишени от смисъл в три сутринта и студената светлина на комптърния екран; реки от нежна поезия изливащи се от горещите ми устни и поглед лишен от емоция и сухо благодаря. нищо чудно че си тръгна; аз съм цунами ураган неукротим пожар; хора като мен нямат нужда от ледени висулки.

- ivy a.

[that-cat-over-there]

Another translation

The splash of morning light from wings Over the cold forest - The gold of the light rays That don't let the earth grow cold. I don't even have any gold And my silver is weightless - Spider web with the droplets of dew. Only dreams and pine needles Are to be caught with my dragnet, I have a lot of space for dreams - In fall the days are short, As I look up - there fly geese and swans, White flashes in twilight over the swamps. They glow right ahead, like someone else's happiness, While I hold you in my heart - Fervently, gravely, guiltily, As if you're my gone brother, Like you're my unborn son... Don't look down, don't listen and don't change the guise, Don't use your voice - not human, nor bird's, Drop a feather for me in my spider web dragnet From the deepest heights In the gray fog over the swamps... ... Fall rolled around the world Like a ball made of dead leaves, Geese and swans were flying to south, The hunting season was open...

ever_rest.livejournal.com

Расплескаешь  крыльями утренний свет Над холодным лесом - Золото лёгких лучей Не дающих земле остыть. У меня - и золота нет, И серебро ничего не весит - Паутина с капельками росы. Только сны и сосновые иглы Ловить моим неводом, Снам у меня просторно - Осенью дни короткие, Голову запрокину - летят гуси-лебеди, Белые сполохи в сумерках над болотами. Светятся впереди, как чужая радость, А я тебя в сердце держу - Горячо, тяжело, повинно, Будто ушедшего брата, Как нерождённого сына... Вниз не гляди, не слушай и не меняй обличье, Голосом не зови - ни человечьим, ни птичьим, Урони мне перо в паутинный невод - Из самой глубокой выси - В серый туман над болотом... ... осень катилась по свету Шаром из мёртвых листьев, Летели на юг гуси- лебеди, Начиналась охота...