Flower in the crannied wall,

       I pluck you out of the crannies,

       I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,

       Little flower—but if I could understand

       What you are, root and all, all in all,

       I should know what God and man is.

[Alfred, Lord Tennyson]

        I wonder why,

        I wonder when

        feel come to us

        in intact can.

        352.              13.03.13

        History comes

        through the rebirth.

        Solid events are possible ghosts.

        Years has passed.

        They're bonded to graves —

        Everyone knows

        but nobody cares.

        244.                     21.03.11

        Miniature, tiny, small,

        helpless, fragile, my crescent,

        my and only waterfall

        keeping senses in the blend.

        233.                                11.03.11

        Every time till new day's start

        I keep your breath and warm your heart.

        199.                                             28.08.10

        Believe the reality, believe your last dream,

        believe in humanity, in love in your tears.

        You're lookng for motion in depths of your soul

        but well-known distortion whispers you: "fall"...

        Come to me, folly, I know: you're here,

        in yearning i'm calling. Bring void, my last fear...

        188.                                                     11.07.10

        Spin of endless moment

        is like the taste of air:

        nothing may called proper

        when you feel its dare.

        185.                          26.06.10

        As good as i remember

        Name signs to our fate,

        Too weak but sometimes stronger

        It hints at fortune's gate.

        Now thinking i suppose that

        Our fate is made by nicks,

        My friend some years ago checked:

        Your new name takes a fix.

        143.                                        17.01.10

        *nick - as a shortening of nickname

        Your pain at first the pain

        Of people loving you

        And you for them the main.

        That thing which always true.

        What will you do when hurts

        On you? You suffer it.

        It needs. But silent words

        About this for men who meet

        Them in your eyes will be

        Much harder than for you.

        I wish you could'n feel.

        It needs. I'm sorry. What can I do?

       50.                                           28.03.08

        There must be smile on intimate face.

        So tender, kindly, always grace.

        The smile belonging one of Two.

        Two lives. Don't bother them.

                                                   Me too.

       48.                                            23.02.08