Draws a circle like a compass
Scribble a ball of circles
And throws up a ball around
Does not leave a gap in it
From its walls giving birth to sound
More and more giving birth
And the world was so deaf
Drowning in their diversity.
© 2015
The clouds have come and the rains are pouring,
And a traveler walking a wet path,
Under the tree lies lies,
That the roots are thicker than the trunk,
And the branches almost grew to the sky,
All light is covered with dense foliage,
And the sun is not visible even on clear days
What I planted myself did not think then,
But then it grew up on the path of fate.
Now it will barely cover from the rain,
But alas, it does not cover itself from itself.
© 2014
Rocking the air slowly
Warmed by the sun, the wind became,
The omniscient essence is timeless
With a deep breath, falling high
Into hearts, that are not wide open,
The truth flashes in whose mouth,
Whose souls are blown by the ocean,
With undying fire in your eyes,
So that sparks are sown with them
In dead human hearts.
© 2015
Let those dream, who are alive,
In whom there is no grave worm,
Who life does not vegetate past
Living likeness of a dead man,
Creeping day by day,
In whom the soul is not wasted
And the blood of the dead did not cool,
So that only life in a dream lives!
© 2016