Enough that to make the beginning,

And these three thoughts can be worth following.

Another one attracts the mind,

That is so beautiful and kind.

On the way are helpful only thoughts,

The luggage is very light, not gross.

The thoughts are better friends in life,

Their help is needed all the time.

I’ll gather all my helpers here,

Who went together, will be near.

I don’t feel alone and don’t fear.

Has been arising gloom in life,

But who awaited it, and it was coming why?

I never awaited the dark time,

But it without call had come.

Represents the darkness, present its,

And waiting, what will I do with a lot of hits.

What pushed me in the darkness one,

Why can’t I get lost in the previous time.

Always it finds, and always it does hit,

Why can’t it be tired, never sleep?

I pity, sorry feel for you, —

And send to the rest home for rest, adieu!

Live there, and let live. Another

Time never come back, be frozen.

I don’t threaten, but you must remember:

Don’t blow the fire, – Fen-fire I am.

I can appear like light! Gloom, don’t come here, —

Live place this and don’t touch my dears.

Let live the goodness without gloom, —

Let people live with Sun and moon.

It’s the light that is always shining best,

They are sending always the needy rays.

Forgot I gloom, – dream-shine, meet the space.

The fortune is like hammer, man is nail.

Sometime it hits too hard, another time

Takes rest and restores power to itself,

Then hits too strongly and in a way very fell.

But what must keep the man in life, —

May be the connection with the lovely kind?

Perhaps we must care very quickly

In thoughts and acts about the needy.

When passes life so fast and sad

You may catch up and make agreement

With others: To be kindness itself,

And never hit. Ask it yourself,

What does it want to get from you? Let answer,

Or, may be, it is your duty lastly,

And must pay in time in full, —

Then hammer can’t hit you.

The life will be better, fate will be nice,

Prepare for the fortune better thus!

Already sent somebody thoughts

For you, – receive this letter of the God.

What does write He? – Hammer is a man,

The fortune is a nail, and people can

Be hammersmiths of life-fate then.

Horizon blue, horizon dark,

Which color better? Which do you like!

In color blue are the glowing rays,

In dark are reservoirs of strength.

What kind of secrets does have horizon,

Always something has been arising.

Always it is sending: darkness or light,

Thunder with lightning, or cloud white.

Sometimes sends rain, sometimes snow

Or fog, or wind, or heat or cold.

I can’t enumerate all things,

What’s sending horizon for building.

Or maybe horizon is master,

Who manages builders? Their construction

Must be pleasing and fine,

For people providing truly the shine.

New game what does present? Now the day

Has promised to likely meet.

I can believe its promise nice,

Because it never deceived us.

Horizon is too dark in the night,

But early morning – lightful sky, —

All things have the happy-end in life!

Good evening! How many words

Did write about the morning poets,

So many wrote about night,

But why the evening isn’t good?

This time is very good, fine,

More colorfully does the Sun shine.

All people speed, after finishing work.

They go home, there awaits the hot dog,

Awaits the TV set, and lastly – the bed…

From day to day till life will end.

I’m proposing, to put a stop

To being lifeless. Lifetime is very short!

At first the morning, day and evening,

And lastly – the night-deadlock where is ending.

In the evening, you must stop and look

How magnificent is the life! What took

From morning you through the lightful day?