The first English-speaking poem
Ok! Time of the dance.
This is my bad romance.
What your life sense?
It is only unique chance.
And now listen to me, please.
Men and beautiful missis and miss.
Let`s go! What speak about this?
When others are silent and are afraid.
When from you slaves have made.
From your wood of happiness they do a glade.
I will not escape, my words as the blade.
It is enough to disappear - truth time has come.
Will suffice to chew this bad gum.
Why it is solved by some …people?
He feels rum.
The bell of changes starts to ring on the steeple.
Well, it is the true moment.
Without comments.
We will start to go when
we will feel in ourselves forces to change the world.
Material assets are not important - freedom is gold.
The new free earth will be better for old.
It will be warm in hearts there will be no cold.
In the sky there will be a new sunrise.
This miracle, it certainly paradise.
Divine light in everyone in eyes.
Feelings fly to the Universe on wings.
In the nature the happiness sings rings.
And all begins.
And all begins.
And all begins to the new.
It is my territory. The world, I love you.
I love you.
15.08.2010
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