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The Painter awoke and took his brush
He wanted perfection, so he did not rush.
Careful motions started it all
And the first snowflakes began to fall
As brush was moving quicker
yet not clumsy at all
heavier snow continued to fall
Then in the middle of the kingdom of snow
something different started to grow
A few touches later you could distinctly see
Two human figures, those were YOU AND ME
Mistake of the painter? Mistake of the paint?
Or something eternal, that can never fade?
He finished his painting, the paint became dry,
we were heading to UA, you and I.
A Date
a meeting, a choice, a smile, soft voice
a bar, a drink, a smile, a wink
a dance, a hug, a chat, a drug
a threat, a fright, a scream, a fight
Emotions
Emotions rule the world
The people are their slaves
We're doing what we're told
Until we're in our graves
Emotions have no soul
They're parasites indeed
They play a major role
In our every deed
Like in a tomoe sign
There's some light in dark
Sometimes emotions shine
And leave a positive mark
Emotions do reflect
The beauty of our world
Where white is mixed with black
Cycle
Every part of nature fades
To shine again tomorrow
and a brief period separates
its death at night
from its revival in the morrow
Immigration
The branches are moving silently
The trees are quiet, yet mysteriously scary
Their dark long hands extend joyfully
The fall is here, they are no longer hairy
The forest is asleep; it's time for rest
Like lunatics the owls fly around
The other birds are dreaming in their nests
Not breathing, nor making a single sound
As I am standing here at night
I know the forest will never accept me
That's why I experience only fright
And a great desire to run, to flee
Eternal stranger to this world
Of deadly claw, and chilly night
I'm like a samurai without a sword
Who's helpless, who's not able to fight
Memories
Distant memories scream out,
But the fire is burning out
Voices fill the cloud of smoke
Break the silence on my loke
Dying fire and dying voices
Dying hopes and dying choices
And with diligence and sorrow
I am waiting for tomorrow
Response To "Thoughts On Life"
You say, dear child, that life is not fair.
Your opinion is not unique, nor is it rare.
Many people share your point of view
Nevertheless, I do not think it is true
Confined to our lives,like plates are to fudge
how can we conclude ? How can we judge?
From the little things we know
Life might not seem very just
We know so LITTLE, though,
that a doubt is a MUST
As I can see, you have a good sight
you see beautiful sunsets
and lovely stars at night
so why do you assume that life is not just?
Our bodies are too imperfect for us to trust
Our life is an endless labyrinth of ways
like the sun is the supplier of infinite rays
Don't look at our choices as either "WRONG" or "RIGHT"
then you'll find within a real EYESIGHT ! ! !
To Odessa
The time had changed your shape a lot
you're born anew,you shed your old and wrinkled skin
but though I'm boiling in US's melting pot
all Odessites (both new and old) and me will always be akin
Your beauty lies in buildings and in sea
in sunny dawns and in its calm sunsets
in noisy market, crowded streets, and me
and thousands other Odessa represents
Water
changing to ice, changing to snow
feeding the soil so the plants will grow...
I dote on your cyclic stability
and satisfaction of human desire
your grace and perfection in battle with fire
and that cherub face of infinity