Стагцогал

Just any poems.))))



"Over the other side of this sky....
When there are anything...
Anywhere...
Anybody...
Over the other side of this sky...
When you exist just a one day
So,you're a butterly
So,nothing forever...
Who is running into the rain?
Oh,you'll say- He is crazy!
....But he knows what is a hopeness
To see a rainbow..."

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"Получив удар по щеке, подставить другую?! Дудки!!! Голову отгрызу,мерзавцу!"

Айдамиров

thank you Стагцогал, nice words

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Ахчанал деза а туьрал ира а, х1ума хаар ду

sacryrr

I am a man with no ambitions
And few friends, wholly incapable
Of making a living, growing no
Younger, fugitive from some just doom.
Lonely, ill-clothed, what does it matter?
At midnight I make myself a jug
Of hot white wine and cardamon seeds.
In a torn grey robe and old beret,
I sit in the cold writing poems,
Drawing nudes on the crooked margins,
Copulating with sixteen year old
Nymphomaniacs of my imagination.