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On the blue sky

Fir-tree draws with ink.

Her silhouette.

Summer heat…

Stars sky

Spread its dome.

I’m alone. Souls command.

A lonely creation —

Fir-tree sparkling in the forest…

Transparent summer air.

The stars are shining

In the daytime sky.

The scarlet roses petals

Are so beautiful and easy,

The scarlet roses petals.

I think about a flower

It doesn’t smell, but

How it burns!

Velvet coat.

Little paws.

The sweet scratch

The heart touches.

White snow

Dropped out

On the ground.

Spring wind

Brought its aroma —

The aroma of coming spring.

Winter coolness

And the wind howls.

Snowflakes are melting.

Noise of the cities.

And flashes of lights.

Walls of the houses

And hearts oil.

Houses lined up

As a blue fence.

And you can hardly call it beautiful.

The beauty of the water lily.

The yellow water lily

And a green leaf.

Eyes of agate oil,

Look after me quickly.

Nice cats look.

Yellow cup —

Full bowl.

Forest path

Leads into the thicket.

And so it snakes!

The spicas of rye

Turn yellow

In the Sun.

A cubic model

I shall name the creation —

From the blue forget-me-nots

I’ll weave the poem.

Blue sail

Seen in the distance.

And the sea spreads before it

Its spaces.

The solar disk burns in the sky.

And the stars on the blue cloth

Flicker even during the day.

The night tree

Is shrouded

A garland of stars.

The big Moon

Has risen over the city.

And its silvery light

Is flowing around.

The round lamp shines in the dark.

And it seems to me that this

The Moon reflects sunlight.

Scarlet rose scattered

Her tiny petals.

And they sparkle,

Like flashes of fire.

I am dreaming of you.

And my loneliness

Is endless.