Marcel Shamsivaleev
We have forgotten how to serve the poor,
Breathable altitude above the sea salt,
Matches dawn and in the shops to buy
For the copper trash gold lemons.
Chance to enter our ships
And rail cargo brought by force of habit,
Numbered the people of my land -
How many dead will rise in the roll call!
But we all solemnly neglect.
Blade broken in will not do
But this black, broken with a knife
Cut in the immortal pages.
Nikolai Tikhonov, 1921.
Works
- Smile me again, smile - Love poems, 30.01.2009 22:44
- The passion is doomed - Love poems, 30.01.2009 22:42
- Choking in the four walls - Love poems, 30.01.2009 23:09
- Archive of your dreams - Love poems, 30.01.2009 22:53
- Again is Shtrafbat on RTR - Love poems, 09/02/2009 21:58
- Look at me - Russian rock, 30.01.2009 22:50
- Doubts left overs - Love poems, 30.01.2009 23:19
- We are back in town and one - Love poems, 19.10.2009 18:55
- Distance difficult to measure the parameters - Love poems, 02/03/2009 1:50
- Old way of life - Love poems, 30.01.2009 22:46
- Your eyes - White and free verse, 30.01.2009 22:49
- - Russian rock, 30.01.2009 22:51 You said it was a dream
- - Love poems, 02/02/2009 23:53 Mayakovsky
- - Philosophical lyrics, 30.01.2009 22:47 Chinese cycle
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