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New poems on the theme Food, Metro, Country Blues, Boots
Gastronomy
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Chop the pork,
Squeezed apple juice
In black tea cup
Mint green leaf.
Sour lemon pulp
Binoculars cheese in five holes,
Carrot slice of orange
And chrysanthemum sapphire.
Cabbage boats in the pan
In boiling water, smoky
And people love it.
Gastronomy inside and outside.
Metro
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Around the voices and faces
Their darkness is full of them
Like many similar differences
How much, to whom all the same.
Sit voice in thought
And faces are tired,
Read the newspaper someone
And someone is calling my mother.
Mlandenchesky voice cries
He wants a sip of freedom.
They bound him with belts
Chair and leashes.
Popeye malchishka-
The top of freckles,
A lollipop in his mouth.
It is, leaning, old
And wisely, looking wistfully
How stupid young man, drunkard
In the bag he pinched the stylet,
And next to his girlfriend
Endlessly pulls corset.
Like the lady in the hat branched
Feeds dinner dog.
A dog in a leather jacket
And in trousers from latex.
As the homeless at Mirny
Who sleeps who finishes his wine.
Someone all this nasty,
Someone, as usual, anyway.
About what I mean? .. Oh ..
Metro.
Country Blues
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A little more and the morning
Roosters to wake the dawn
And someone will come to a little sun,
And someone will take a little light.
Wake up with the rays of the road,
Open your eyes in the windows
And will seek the rapids
Wearing shoes a year.
Wide open embrace,
Armful pick flowers
And will captivate my mind
Aroma village spirits.
Shoes
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Send to a distant closet I
Old boots.
Fate in its place
All puzzles from pictures.
Worn-out legs, so be it
More roads are not enough
Pereobutsya and again in the way
In the search for the Holy Grail.
For thousands of years look
Answers on questions,
And finding them, to let go,
Throw into oblivion.
Author Oksana Shapira
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