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my
silence
in the room |
daybreak
through the flock of birds
spring clouds
instead of leaves
on the broom the smell
of soil and sea
wind
on the road --
the smile on lips
the sun and seagulls
pass the remnant
of my soul
in the gale
green leaves
listen to the sea
a mother's hands
send a kiss
through the bus
haiku evening.
Reading the poetry -
I have already departed
By my hands
to catch the cloud!
January
At the edge of the roof
three pigeons,
then only one...
Why I have forgotten
to warm by kisses
her cold hands?
through the cobweb
I also unlock
the memories
showing me
no direction -- the branches
of the autumn forest