Rain. Galina Intunshina

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      I sealed my morning in the envelope

      It was nice and now is absent

      I will meet horizon with clear thoughts

      I pass the envelope mentally

      To the last season

      Hours is not time for me

      Compass is not pointer

      Wanderings are loss

      I have many of them

      I wait for my little benefit

      I have almost lost myself

      But I will live

      Who said that it would be easy?

      To all narrow-mindedness I say no

      I’m lucky to have much patience

      My pain has gone away

      There is only shadow from it

      I must thank my guru

      He advised to hold my tongue

      And to go as the wind blows

      Moreover I love bliss

      When everybody is all right

      It is difficult and at the same time easy

      For me to understand myself

      I gave back keys-sadness,

      – Take!

      The closed doors waited for me,

      I’m still on the way…

      There is no way back.

      Stop at nothing…

      I can’t go roundabout way,

      Perfidy.

      Swords are laid on the table

      The heads are bowed,

      Nobody is equal to them in the battles,

      Followers of monarchy.

      They comply inviolably the law,

      For one king. They are unconquerable!

      He is accountable to nobody,

      except God.

      Insidiousness is a fearful woman

      It is a little wise because of happiness,

      It is ruined by omission.

      Robing in the haughty mask,

      Looking at the crowd proudly,

      It smiles viciously,

      Hiding its nakedness

      I love who writes

      Me poems about love,

      And who shares pain with words,

      Who laughs at me,

      Plays in pair,

      Who is free, easy and nice,

      Serious and self-confident,

      He is well-meaning.

      You are my best – adviser

      Without you I disappear…

      In despondency I lost mood,

      And with you I find it,

      It is not important that everything is not at once

      I keep ambitions,

      I was sent to you twice,

      But I look at the distance…

      I went away. I don’t need

      Greedy eyes of yours.

      Useless toy – for two of us,

      Smoke in form of plait will direct thoughts,

      Into divided hearts

      I go by, smile:

      Don’t show face!

      I didn’t know before,

      That so lively, restless:

      I have almost guessed:

      With coming hope is

      Always emptiness.

      I am supported with tender playful word,

      With a short letter from my old friend.

      Shorten words,

      There is sadness from thought.

      One man can risk,

      Somebody thinks basely…

      Can tell lies.

      He hopes that he comes closely,

      Like wolf to a sheep.

      At first he looks slowly,

      And later attacks abruptly,

      The sheep looks and goes away.

      I like the result of understandable thoughts

      Sincerity is simple.

      I like as you

      To read beautiful words.

      And French texts like

      «Parle», «Parle vu»

      I let you go in peace!

      And let me go.

      Two egoists – too much

      «Au revoir»

      – Do you accuse me?

      – Of trying to laugh,

      – What silly words!

      – You only want to mock,

      – Give occasion only

      – Later sarcasm will be:

      – Who is right, who is guilty?

      – We don’t make decisions

      – Let people judge…

      – They know more,

      – They beheld in the day time and at night.

      You are not worthy of my words…

      Promises, smile, love

      To write to you – to pray for forgiveness of sins

      I go to the cathedral and there I pray forgiveness of them,

      I don’t write a line about you.

      No, don’t persuade,

      I don’t come back.

      I feel sadness with you,

      But I need love

      Which catches, takes me away,

      And don’t let me go for a long time.

      As in tango! lovingly,

      Passionately and easily.

      Somewhere I have read…

      A love spell.

      I passionately dreamt of it …

      Used again.

      I almost felt all amenities of secret,

      Which fate presented to me.

      I forgot grieves, hardships and misfortunes,

      Which were yesterday.

      I was flying as a butterfly in summer,

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