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Daria Diuzhakova Poem
Pray sincerely for souls,
Pray for peace in our land,
Life is one of the most important goals,
They wanted to live, but not to spend.
Pray sincerely for hearts,
For boys and girls, for day and night,
For people and their family-parts.
In the sky there is a imperishable light.
Wind is storming, my heart is beating,
And soul is gently crying,
There is no any warm greeting.
Just silence around and sound - undying.
I pray, I wish, I weep,
I want to stop this cruel fight,
You must do that, just try,
And their hearts lay in the sky to sleep.
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In a space of life,
In encient days,
Once upon a time
We can find some face.
Face with native features
With an increadible sight,
One of the best creatures,
Part of your lifetime.
Every moment, every day, all day long
Hearts of people inflame
They start to beat so strong
And we feel together the same.
We help each other in trouble,
We are happy for common success.
We are ready to ride double
To see our desired progress.
But life can always change.
We can see the reverse of the medal.
It wrires a vivid page
Or brings to light a heavy metal.
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Excitement tears to pieces her heart,
Like the thunder destroys the sky.
She wants to forget, she wants to try...
But all emotions boil in the blood.
"Honey, Where are you?"
She wants to say - "I'm with you"
But there is no answer and silence around
Big rain-drops fall on the ground.
She waits so long as if time is stopped,
She is alone in the ruthless world,
She waits so long and life is dropped,
Her only thought that time is gold.
"Honey, darling, my brave soldier,
Safe your country and your life.
War is not only the fight for happy future,
It's also time to spend your single life"
She looks with fear at the window,
The clear glass is all in drops.
There are cold tears in the mirrow,
They run like water and it falls.
"Go away, go away this scaring image
In your usual world of nature,
Go away and let me know,
I understand your vivid lecture!"
When people started to fight
The bright day turns into the cruel night
War is everywhere:
In people's heart and people's head.
War is like a black evil kite,
He destroys by his wings daily light.
When people started to fight,
War settles in the house,
Nobody remembers, who is wrong or right,
But families will be apart in their rouse.
So, she stays at home and remember his face.
She dreams about the long-waited meeting,
About his touch and tender embrace,
Warm and desired greeting.
The finish will be...When?
Who knows,
Rain will run away and drop just falls.
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Every heart is a part of light,
Every soul is alive.
Heart discloses for the first sight,
Soul shows us a true smile.
Thoughts, feelings and emotions-
Our guides in world’s cobweb,
Every day we do some options
And sometimes we tame some crab.
Every moment of life has his own charm,
Even if we make some mistakes,
Because we have enough time
To correct our days.
Our life is like a wind,
Which has a magical force
And it disappears in a moment,
We won’t find him, of course.
Our life is like a candle
With bright attracting fire.
She likes us to dandle
And sometimes she throws us in destructive fire.
She is like a morning fresh rose:
Gentle, fragrant, exciting.
But we dare to suppose
She can be prickly and biting.
And she is like a cloudy sky.
It forces all to admire:
Her majestic, infinite, shy,
Her strong and unfading power.
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(When her lover is in war)
Every day the sun rises in the clouds,
Every day she writes these lines.
In her head the melody is shrill and loud,
Because she writes about...
Love, which conceals in her heart,
Day, when they first met,
Time, which flies so fast,
Faith, which is alive.
Strings of her soul are ready to play,
To play about her love all day.
The whole world is ready to wait,
But she believes that it can't be so late.
Her destiny touches the strings of a harp,
This melody is deep and strong,
And she forgets about a real sadness,
Because it looks like a magic beautiful song.
Every night the sun leaves his own stage,
Every night she lays on her bed.
In her head the melody is soft and quit,
She doesn't want to be so sad.
She remembers him: his face and smile,
His smell, his voice, his eyes.
She prays God to save his soul
And to be for him so kind and nice!
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Time, we wasted in vain
With illusions of love and shame.
Feeling, they went away
Without saying day after day.
Time, we lived so fast
With the image of feelings' last.
Emotions, they are insane,
Which lose their own right way.
Love, we didn't find
Even in bright daily light.
Love, we so regret,
That sinserity...we just forget.
Falsity plays hide-and-seek
With our mind and they are false,
We allowed life to freak and freak,
Because all hearts are tighty close.
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