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< Lidia Szyszko
Vitebsk



Your ships farther ...
My sails higher and higher ...
Thine eyes shall see, as before -
beautiful ripe cherries.

Desperate gull happiness
trying to get back to me.
I am in the city of Petra on
Communion I hasten to smile with him.

Did I miss? I confess:
forget you failed.
At the Saviour timidly repent,
that the bird did not fly to you.

Drill meaningless speech,
Neva, the bridges.
Our latest mismeetings
can not be interchanged.

Tired carry a pardon,
look, leaving the bay,
The return of one for two.
Dreams scattered in two ... You ...

Well, goodbye live,
soul playing the scherzo,
fish-trap tears Wills -
words that do not express the heart.

Your ships farther ...
My sails higher and higher ...
Do you remember that day, without hypocrisy.
Spring and lilacs ...
And the cherry ...

And the dove on the roof of a school ...