Ключ
Когда зреют слова, наливаясь огнём,
Когда рвутся знамёна чужих сновидений,
Когда жизнь, как война, я живу одним днём,
Убивая в душе полчища привидений.
Когда зреют слова, наливаясь огнём,
Когда рвутся знамёна чужих сновидений,
Когда жизнь, как война, я живу одним днём,
Убивая в душе полчища привидений.
The Tsubaki flower, quietly blooming.
It’s colorful buds peeking from the Earth,
Having no voice as it looks to the sun.
The Tsubaki flower, quietly blooming.
People think, there is foliage n' pleasure in mountains...
where all my friends enjoy their life ...
M still live in my past ,
we call our father - where they are
Она нужна для того, чтобы
Мы больше видели
И были менее импульсивными.
Не доходя до погружения в поток хандры,
why do I care
when all i can do is hurt
Why do I smile
when all i can do is cry
Coronavirus Poem Second Wave
Our lives have changed
Like never before I can't hug
Or kiss my beautiful mother like before
I leave
but you still follow
I hid;
but you still find me
I will remember your face
Your smile
Your red lipstick
You calling my name
Will it ever get any better?
Probably, but not for a very long time.
These four walls stare at me and will never let go, Never.
The days draw on with every peal of that chime.
What's the point?
I've tried everything
to fix this, Us.
I don't know what else to do.
Following the rabbit,
I fell down a hole so deep.
When I awoke,
The world around me was changed.
The further I went,
Memories
Memories is about the things we miss
The people we love, the people we miss
But it’s over, it passed away