Sometimes I think that I must live without
My ears.
The slops of words just flow into this downspout.
Sometimes I dream that I must live without
My eyes.
The loathsome things just settle on this hangout.
My nose, mouth… The ineffective stuff.
My fingers would be quite enough
For my escape from this dull jail.
God bless you, monsieur Louis Braille!
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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A night builds own imperium.
A shadow steals my soul.
If my life is aimless delirium
Then death is a worthy goal.
An open window. Like drops of milk
These clouds in anthracite sky.
I finished a verse. I uncurtained silk.
I stepped on the sill. Good bye…
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
Ivory and ebony, rock crystal and brocade,
Her life is sweet and lovely like Dundee marmalade,
Her life is bright and sparkling, a magic fairy tale…
I met her eyes. I saw her truth. A caged nightingale.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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I’m not rapid and viral.
I go in a slow spiral.
I’m on my path. I keep my poise.
I really hate to make big noise…
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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I’m warlike and hot-tempered Aries.
My horns can kick your tender nates.
But your love can break this dam…
And I turn into a white fluffy lamb.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
unbolt me 