First Sunday by Myself

Dingaling, lingering -  rain on a glass,
Twinkling, twinkling - frogs on a grass,
Chirping and   chirping -  the parakeets' song
Kanon repeats with a metal  - ding-dong.

Ringing and  ringing - Risen indeed,
Staccato, arpeggio - holiday beat,
Firing, firing t- the trice , Easter ' s flame,
Crossed round procession in Your Holy Name:

Resurrected from earth into Heaven, the Son,
Bless us with  a nature through everyday run:
At work and at home, while sleeping in peace,
Clean up dirty clothes - the laziness's  grease,
Give us tomorrow the lesson of love,
Shine bright in our hearts as You shining above!

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Blooming white, blooming pink,
The trees are in spring site, birds` fluffed their wings, 
Blooming red, blooming pink- yellow,
My heart is embracing  your  with mellow,
Tiny, dimpled and shiny bright smile
It is non striking ,no breath for a while.
Lavender, green , orange and  gray,
Awakening ,blessed, the  flowers of May-You are the joy inside of  my  soul,
I step up towards crazy mystical goal,
With help of an apple - green eastern  eye,
You know who,  I am guessing why.

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Shining night star, shining night star,
Tell me,  the truth is inside , who you are,
Aroma   hyacinth aroma hyacinth,
Turn my direction , amazing sweet wind.

Red kissing tulip, red kissing tulip,
Add color on shining from happiness lu lip,
Amur`s passion arrow, Amur passion`s arrow,
Is thrown at the end of the road with narrow,
Curvy, white shape of the cloud  - my dream,
Push me on the mountain river`s fast stream,
Morning wet fog, morning wet fog,
Evaporate nonsense, cover the shock,
Night shining star, night shining star,
Will tell me your secret and raise up the bar.

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Vivo bravissimo,trophies, awards,
Melody - major , do sharp in accords,
Cheers in gears, winning the battle,
Making wise choices - the hardest life matter.

You presence will make poor trail even  better,
The past generations, dieing in ghetto,
Pray for us , born after hundred long years,
We are using technology , higher progress,
They wished the descendants would not be abandoned
By merciful Grace and become independent.

Pray for us all , souls murdered in stove,
So tight intersections of nations on globe,
Will love one another a bit from the heart,
Not fighting and getting incredibly smart.
You all , buerried into the earth in a hurry,
From Moscow till an Italian Barry,
Ask the Lord`s mercy for those , who suffer,
And make me inside truly taugher and taugher ! 

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Hot boiling red wine

Feels colds when you dine,

Soft sound of your voice 

Calms down nervous noise,
The light from your eyes 

Turns destiny`s dice.

Making me change 

Gloomy image, the face,
By filling it up 

With amazing spring grace.

Smile,baby, smile,

Passed trash in big pile
Of destroyed paths" is  gone, 

Bloom nice , no throne