Procrastination
Selected poems
Egor Rybakov
© Egor Rybakov, 2024
ISBN 978-5-0056-1220-5
Created with Ridero smart publishing system
Two winds: fair and opposite
Through clouds and sky, eternity
Unexpectedly, I met a miracle
Crossing the cosmos milky way,
Two winds: fair and opposite.
One interfered and torn a lot,
Filling my soul with doubt
He scoffed and laughed after me,
He tried to ruin my life.
The other, on the contrary, gave me lightness,
Freedom of thought, flights without barriers,
Handed meekly movements dexterity,
I have always been given excellent results.
And that season of winds suddenly stopped,
I did not see more lightness and barriers,
Again I turned to memory for help,
After all, only heaven rules over us.
And he went on, dominating his mind,
With an open heart, feelings, with all my soul,
I saw the goal, I vaguely remembered the problems,
And a trembling peace settled inside me.
I will become the wind
I will become the wind
To always be there
Hearts of the storm with anger
A look that ignites everything.
I will become a river
To bathe you in water
In time I won’t stop
And make you forever young.
I will be the sea
Joy to be forever
I will hide all sorrows,
Because I love you endlessly
Sonnet about our dislike
Yesterday in a dream I met you by chance
She was kind to me like never before
I remember cox in those days for you extraordinarily,
I forgot you and memories are fog.
So what happened to us all of a sudden?
Your love is gone, your eyes are gone forever,
And in our life everything changed at once,
At that time, I loved to look into your eyes.
I am grateful to you that you loved me then,
So timidly, quiveringly, not at all for show,
I listened with delight when you spoke,
And everything burns from past pranks, pranks.
Their souls soared into the sky, into infinity
They trusted each other with all their secrets,
Honestly, openly, as is usual in the family,
Their meeting in this life is not accidental,
And enjoy being in silence.
He became for her, as the named «father»,
Was next to her and never condemned,
Her heart burned constantly, as if on fire,
He suffered and died away without her.
And nothing could separate them forever,
Love that overcomes and creates
Their souls soared into the sky, into infinity,
Each time further from the ground.
And she was no longer afraid of anything in the world,
And I knew that tender support was always waiting,
As a gray-winged angel stood on the wing,
And she will never be bold in this life.
When the soul flies to meet its love
When inside it hurts and blazes strongly,
And feelings tear the soul day by day,
And your heart literally reflects everything
And it’s so gratifying that the two of us met.
When someone else’s pain is accepted as their own,
And share your thoughts, dreams and dreams,
Do not ask for anything and will not leave on the edge,
Rescued and pulled out of the constant emptiness.
When you know, you are always welcome from now on,
At any time they will accept and kiss gently,
Despite other people’s thoughts and views,
And constantly as a native hug tightly.
When the soul flies to meet its love,
And not afraid of the cold and bad mood,
They meekly meet you, like a forerunner,
And everything inside boils and blazes with excitement.
Kristina
In the midst of dreams so sweet and inviting
In the lightning of the sky and in the azure evenings,
I saw love in real deeds,
And the taste of passion again melted on the lips.
Among the mountains, the stream of thoughts and despondency,
I contemplated such indescribable happiness,
The soul was torn and thrilled in abundance,
And my pain asked again for voluptuousness.
I saw a light fragrant and tender,
What came from your eyes and heart,
And I was drowning in love from now on hopelessly,
He took off like a whirlwind into the sky like a bird boldly.
Your footsteps reverberated and nourished again
And the voice immediately penetrated extremely deeply,
From the look, the sigh, I understood at a glance,
And felt you and heard you too far.
And let no one believe in our happiness,
And constantly convinced of the inexpediency of this,
I melted again when I kissed and took my wrist
And I would trade the world around for our minute conversation.
Sweet cappuccino and some milk
When it’s so cold and chilly outside,
And the wind pretty much pushes all passers-by,
Drinking coffee is my simple weakness
And in this desire, you and I are so similar.
Sweet cappuccino and some milk
And in this world nothing more is needed
To know