билингвизм - Popular Poems and stories from category

our births were someone else's choice,
my life - is mine, your life - is yours,
if death will offer choosing chance
I'll pick the Hill of Common Sense

i've lost some hearing with an age,
but do appreciate the stage,
imagine: nonsense and absurd
all now pass me by UNHEARD

you've got a library, you've got a pretty garden,
by Cicero you've gotten everything
that human needs for happiness, you've got it?
I'm wondering what did he really mean?

The rule of the green thumb goes simple and strict:
What you did not plant you consider a weed.
This once I felt short in compliance adhering,
It yielded the story I’m finding worth sharing.

Today we’ll have a chicken roast,
We all shall take our pick,
And scrumptious juicy chicken parts
Are running out quick:

all yoghurts aren’t created equal
like humans or like snowflakes,
we tend to pass our judgement quickly
and thinking never is the case,

with two sides of each story, it might be a third
that always existed, but was never heard,
when seeing the whole picture is sure imperative,
some surfacing details may not fit the narrative

we're staring at the silver screens,
that by no means aren't crystal balls,
and all we hear, see, and think
is very often very false

our past is vast, though mostly dust,
it has the proof that we can trust,
yet any modern stupid gust
easily trips our trusted past

the perfect paring for advice would be the grain of salt,
sweet gesture giving it was nice, never adviser's fault!
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сомненья червь – не паразит, тут явный симбиоз,

you're entering this world alone
and yet alone you will be gone
and ever finding matching soul
feels like the journey is the goal

What’s good news
Is the usual absence of bad,
Days are shuffling slow
From sunrise to sunset,