read this stihotvorenie.ya it so love.
funny ... You've written a lot about God,
and lived - no coke, no court, no son ...
boy-devil - yet humble,
barely otsohshy from the umbilical cord
land, which is very much,
land that bears all patiently
as if the ball - this is the best rod ...
Well, hello, little devil Joseph!
Here you nailed to any clan -
now you're a genius with a minus sign?
Lotochny trader heavenly manna
and Paradise Posad takeaway meal?
Repent, not yet sunk in the soul
your words - hundreds - and hundreds of thousands,
until they become like air, you need
you - and you can still burn,
survive out of the rhythm, to wrest from the syllables,
take over a game field ...
not wake, Joseph, a poet of God -
at all, and Joseph, God's will:
he's old and sick, he sleeps and sees
dream about lost it freak -
about us ... Joseph, pray - Get thee hence! ..
Wait, Joseph, do not spit into the pits -
do not poison our lives thirst
change of words debris flow ...
wish - with impunity, and everyone can,
but how many of each die energized -
burned, could not stand the hardships of union
IO Archangel Metatron? ..
not feed us heretical wolf berries.
not gifts to us white crow.
Cross genius too fragile,
that whoever dragged him to Calvary -
where skilled walker over the corpses of his
separated into columns so stanza
and-Hussar fling at his feet
them cherished talentless Maiden ...
not wake, Joseph, and therefore in God -
Suddenly, they both wake up in anger? ..
© Anastasia Doronin
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