Here's a part of my poetry)) don't judge too harshly))) Especially some of it)) I'll write another one later.



You are gentle, beautiful, and lovely,
Your love will save the whole world,
Your eyes are dangerous to some,
But they gave me life,
I await you like the coming of the Messiah,
As if I don't want to, you'll see death,
There are few left like you,
I will cherish you in my thoughts,
And if necessary, I am ready to die,
But you must stay alive...
YOU ARE MY ANGEL, AND YOU DON'T KNOW,
WHAT THE WORD DEATH MEANS...

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Wait, don't go, come back…
I won't be able to live a single day without your warmth,
Your dream is to love,
Mine is to see your eyes again…

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Your love saved me from the torments of the Burning Hells! But what should I do?
Will anyone save me from your most beautiful gaze?

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Two hearts longing for love,
One of them beats in your chest,
The other thinks about,
How to make the pain of separation a sweet dream…
And the moment when I first saw you
It keeps it in its heights, where the heat blazes,
Where the fire of love flares up
And where our feelings and dreams are stored…
Love lives when I see the sparkle in your eyes,
When a piece of the sun is reflected in your beautiful hair,
When I feel the scent of your perfume…
A dream lives in me, and its name is Love…

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There is pain in my heart, longing in my soul,
Because I am alone, I am without you…
You died on a rainy day,
You left life like a shadow…
Your love remained alive,
But I am ready to forget it,
To forget desires and dreams,
Love is gone, go away too!
And I am alone, I am without you,
I closed my eyes, and the pain is gone,
Love is gone, dreams are gone!
It's time for you to go. Forgive me…

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Forgive me, but I can't live anymore,
I want to leave, to go into the damp darkness,
To go where there are no people,
Where there is no pain, no ideas…
Where everyone is silent, where there is no freedom, no expenses,
Where there is no sun, where there is no love,
Where I am alone, alone like you…

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Inquisition

I saw how people were tortured on the fire in prison,
How they pour blood on the heads of sick children with a sword,
How they cut off hands, feet, tongues…
How they pierce straight into the heart with red-hot bayonets
I remember – bones were crushed with a club slowly,
How they broke ribs and opened skulls with a knife,
I remember, a woman screamed, holding a piece of her murdered child,
I remember how she, getting up, just looked at me with her braid…
I saw Paradise, I remember Hell, and I still smell the terrible stench of death…