Was sometimes nice, or dark, or fine.
Following what will be? Is it surprising?
What color is it, and who is painting?
I hope never there will be dark colors
For me, and other people dear ones.
I want to see the picture only of star plus!
With a smile
Good morning, day, it’s nice to meet you.
What did you say about a smile? And who
Must smile? All people? Very much?
Who wants to get gifts in days these? Catch
Perhaps they will be falling, if you smile
And never be you gloomy and dismal.
I understand so difficult is to be nice,
When life is very sad, and burden mine
To pull down. How can I stand right,
When stands around me the black midnight.
Where is a ray of light, I’m looking for one,
But no hope already to find.
Midnight has so many shining stars
And every one makes a present light.
Look at the sky, be all eyes
And you will see the eye-catcher, for us
Are shining all the stars and is reddening the Sun.
How many gifts has the sky to hearten:
Heartfelt light is going everywhere,
Where is waiting one. Somebody wailful
Make a present to the sky – a tender smile,
Then space will spill so much of light.
To the smile it will answer every time!
Establishment
How many words are negative,
Are plural and infinitive.
But so few words mean fine,
And we can see their clear shine.
Establishment has everyone
But where is the first born? In the night
Were born dark words. And morning star
Is the mother of shining words. Too far
Were born they, but look about – and face
They live together. What is the case
Where are living they? – It is the man
Whose lingual slang is bad. They
Talking are so fell now.
Are often they forgetting how
Must speak. Somebody else does know
Lot of beautiful words. Make show
With letters and with words, but why?
Establishment must be all fine.
And every phrase will be so fine writing
And every sentence will be shining.
Who’ll have cleansed his and have forbidden
Himself to spell bad ones. So needful
Is to establish wonderful words for people.
Perhaps be night?
Perhaps be there night in heart mine? What
I’m feeling now? Has departed the night,
But maybe still it’s remaining. One
Is dwelling in myself. And the Sun
I cannot see – now very wet.
Where weather is fine, there it went
Perhaps will return. Sun, come back!
I’m feeling dark, gloom has set in.
When the sunburst I’ll see in the sky,
Then all will be right in feelings mine.
Sun-cult is favourite subject-matter
About that I’m writing. Better
When are in the sky the Sun and stars,
When all the time there are shining ones.
Believe I, so many people
Do prefer the Sun, and there is need of
Weather lovely. In the human heart
Let the Sun and morning star
Dwell deeper. When soul is full, —
All life will be more beautiful.
Beginning early morning for myself, —
I am meeting the shining ray.
Together we reject the wet rain!
Somewhere…
Somewhere is a blue sky,
Somewhere rain with clouds. Does shine
Somewhere the Sun. Somewhere it snows,
Somewhere fog, or storm, or frost is.
How many kinds the weather does have
It’s beautiful, sometimes is fell.
But every kind is teaching the people,
How must they live on earth and be useful.
Sometimes ones doesn’t understand
What the weather tells again. What the wood
Does speak about the rustle of foliage,
And what is saying the rain to oblige?
I never hearken the weather,
Or maybe I’m the hearer not clever.
Or nobody had taught me
How to understand the weather free.
I can it ask, who’s sending the wind,
Who is sending thunder and lightning,
Who lights up the stars in black sky,
When there is on my earth night?!
Perhaps somewhere is someone
Whom can’t I see, – invisible one.