Ummka Poetry (43)

If ask – how many to me years,
I am lost, I don't know the answer.
I look at blossoming of herbs a celebration,
As if I am four years old of all.

If the sun has stood in height –
Thirty years, consider, it was executed to me.
If I bury relatives – hundred years,
Though prepare a grave for me for dawn!

About love I compose verses when –
I as the girl then am young.
Eighteen to me! What to tell …
Wasn't tired I a droplet to live

Cold happens not only from weather,
From snow, or a rain crude.
We freeze, living years,
Without understanding importance of simple.
Not in money joy, or in a rank of the power
They don't have business you are healthy or it is chilled.
Simple human happiness,
When there are those to whom you are very necessary.
Who waits for you home, and looks out of the window.
And without pretense by heart embraces.
It isn't terrible if in the house there is no bread,
It is more terrible when there is no love of heat.

Time steadily passes the river,
on rifts thread often is torn.
Sometimes we remember, but we don't remember
about those who can't be forgotten in any way.

It is impossible to forget, and still we forget
we are looks, such family.
And meetings with them only in a dream happen,
and I weepingly peer into them.

Without remembering the evil, they on us don't grumble,
are always ready to forgive us for everything.
It is much simpler to act rashly knots,
what to connect the broken-off thread by.

What a pity that before seldom we communicated.
The course of time won't turn back.
So left: too early we have left,
here and questions there is nobody to ask.

And you want, I to you will reveal a secret,
One such tiny secret.
Know, people don't happen,
Accidents, believe me, in life isn't present.
Don't you trust? Well, then though would listen.
Be not afraid, I won't deceive you.
Imagine that there are souls,
Adjusted on one string.
As stars in infinity of the Universe,
They wander in hundreds of roads,
To meet once by all means,
But only when God will want!
For them there are no norms in understanding,
They are free as soaring of birds,
For them there are no distances,
Conventions, bans and borders …

Learn to release people, –
Who has decided to leave you,
Who was in the list of your friends,
Who helped you with a way.

Who darling once was,
Or even I remained him.
Who so passionately loved you,
And now I became absolutely foreign.

And, doesn't mean that he bad,
Means, the ball is simply finished.
It is just like that solved by destiny
In this life of curve mirrors.

Release, let leaves afar,
Even if the melancholy is stronger.
Let the grief will release you, –
Learn to release people...

God won't ask in court
What sizes there was your house.
Whether he will ask many people
You are ready to shelter were in it.

It won't ask you a question
About what vehicle.
He will ask how many he in it brought
You in winter day and in the summer hot.

Won't ask what God of color
Your eyes and skin were.
He will ask how many to people of light
You gave when they longed.

He won't ask where you worked,
What position I held.
He will ask how many you care
And I filled with the honesty.

It doesn't need no wealth,
Our "mountains" behind a shoulder.
He for us cooks the Kingdom,
In which there is no need in anything

And maybe, I from other century —
Where people trust in kindness force,
And where soul, and heart of the Person,
And his thoughts are always pure?
Perhaps, I from there where there is no pain,
Where understand sense of the word "honour",
Where don't play any roles,
Also accept all with what is.
Perhaps, I absolutely from other planet —
Where the sky blue, isn't present war,
Where souls appreciate more, than coins,
And people dream only color dreams;
Where children always have a father with mother,
Both warm house, and close-knit family,
There are no tears and a lie, treason and deception,
Family and friends don't betray …
… This world mad isn't clear to me,
Around fight where look.
Let say: in the sun there are a lot of spots,
But these spots from above, not inside.
It is very simple to clean the soul,
And each smog if wants.
To take, to change never late,
And to make up for all that wasn't in time!
I so want that life was lighter,
Heart and eyes shone happiness,
And people became a little kinder,
Also have learned to trust in miracles!

Love comes with habit, so doesn't happen,
Heart cold will hardly thaw.
It is unlikely on skin the shiver will seem,
Feelings come later is a lie!

Life without love doesn't bear miracles,
How many look in native eyes.
Not to find warmth for two in them,
Here even the reason was tired and has calmed down.

Here neither the caress, nor laughter will help,
If contacts of a morozna as snow.
Hands are others, dreams are various,
No, flowers won't blossom in heart!

How many don't think, the plot isn't fine,
Cosiness and comfort, and there is no love, alas!
It is simple to eat the person and not the,
As don't twist, he won't become native.

What has stopped loving - not a miracle.
That became the enemy - that wildly.
I have smiled crookedly.
Soul has couldn't stop shout.

Pitchfork has pierced in heart.
I didn't give a sign,
That has on the spot killed
Cruel offense.

In me there is no harmony now.
Melancholy viscous lava.
You were my joy.
You became my poison.

I bear grieves a burden,
And inspire in me nonsense
That time treats.
Well to dream not harmfully.

Unusable time - the doctor.
Not to escape from captivity
Melancholy. Soul cripple -
I have broken through a knee.

At a meeting I was asked
Your name not spring,
There can be a summer?.
The name autumn on hair.
Have you taken offense, tell?
I with a smile have answered:
Why mysterious questions.
It is known that the woman of autumn
As wine, is only more sweet,
And for years is more stronger!

Don't say that you won't throw me,
I have forgot to trust promises.
I will answer you if suddenly you ask,
As much I have transferred sufferings.

When swear to you that won't throw,
Won't betray … and won't even deceive,
And, imperceptibly, a knife in a back
And finally, salt a handful on a wound.

And you are silent as poison, fighting back tears,
Also you hear an echo from love of recognition,
From heart you drag slowly splinters …
You pledge not to trust promises.

I have learned to be given to feelings
And to listen to what heart will prompt to me.
And a fidelity oath — the words of madness,
Their reliability let will show time.

To you thank you that you nearby,
Even if nearby you are absent,
You virtual look
You grant to my soul light.
Thank you that has kissed,
But only it is a pity not in reality,
And that at the nights I embraced
It is a pity for a smile, not in reality.
You have presented me hope
And me not to spit any more,
What to me to wear clothes,
And what it isn't necessary to put on.
As it is good what is just possible
With you to speak about much.
And I didn't know, how difficult
Not to be darling, but to love.