Here rains in gold spilled ...
Amid the paths of unfulfilled dreams
Wandering ghost with eyes twisted
Lovers of the branches of birch trees
And His neprilozhnoy gait,
Again and again, the course begins
A specter is haunting eyes of Autumn
And sadly - as Firmament ...
Cold, cold - rain breath
From under the arch - a church choir ...
Not dealt with the passion of desire
Not finished talking ...
There's an exquisite perfume fragrance
There's veils - the silence of the lips
Bud -That architect gods recognized
It touched bending hands ...
And through the smoke, through the mists of time
Brezzhet glimpse of pristine crystals
Tents on her tribe Women
And the desire burning eyes ...
Again immutable gait
Freeze, silent steps.
This angel heaven sent to me
And with the curve of her hands ...
Here rains in gold spilled ...
Amid the trails are not plucked roses
Ghost haunting eyes twisted
Of blind love of birch ...
waiting
Fog around ... Only tremulous Bliss
Your eyelashes again caress the soul
And the light beam without disturbing the rest
Draws me - exciting Mirage ...
And the lines and glare and strokes ...
And under the undisclosed secret - of confusion ...
Lighted features St. obolshenya ...
As all of my - involuntary sins ...
And passing shadows their bliss ...
In the doorway of light - the light I shed ...
But I - go back to the ghost of perfection
To you I - I'll be sure to ...
The Living Room V
The Union of Earth and Water Sky
Ray - Sunday outside the window ...
In the fire hair bored youth ...
And the time in luxury stretched
And a slight sadness spilled ...
And sdrapirovannom alone
Amid enthralled rays
Entwined with trepidation speeches
And caress - young body ...
Hours of passionate recognition
Shame and lust,
Confused soul is visible
Under the Sun - Goodbye bright ...
Whenever a white seagull over the waves ...
When would sail in the immensity of the seas ...
When the light would ...- Light above the ground ...
When my everlasting love ...
And amid the winds intoxicating aroma ...
Storms of foaming in the sand ...
Whenever the bird calls - in the spring ...
And rapture Schyolkovo sunset ...
Her soul is a cold rain
Cold autumn and dusk separation
And memory weakened hands,
Overstrained fall chains ...
Her love will not survive a doubt,
glaciation forecast in November ...
Crumbled ...
And round providence
Prickly snowfall in the yard.
Her soul is torn by winds,
words as sharp as broken glass
She - One ...
transparent eyes
Stared through the open window.
And reduces pain irrepressible conductor
Attracting transcendence magnet
And screaming mad shouts
farewell bird
All - in mourning black
She is on the verge of
At dusk Wing
Disclosure of eternity,
And fan - minutes ...
And trembling snow splatters gray
Cold winds aggravated
She - One
But the angel of the Holy
He washed out of the sky falls moan
At the sill,
confusion barefoot
Hail the death of the phone call ...
The Thinker
flower
Flowers ............ nobody revenge.
And even dying,
Exude the smell of love.
Therefore, all love them ................
I
The smell of love in the torn flower like a breath of death ...
We tear away the love and fascination to watch her ??die ...
she
"Love in the beginning - always gracious.
In his memoirs - always gracious.
And love - the pain! And with each other hungrily
Tormented and tormenting us - always ... "
I
The firmament of many stars faded ...
Not because ...? - That falling in love once,
They were burned to the ground forever ....
she
...... burned, but the radiance left, we see it, it came to us ......)
rose
I
Take the same light of dawn and the last memory of the sunset save ...
And give you Boch - through light summer not to lose the glow of love ...
In the centuries unblown flower stone seems to us cold ...
But once again thrown from the heights Bogoprigodnyh - he Kamet fiery blooms ...
And to say that his term expired ...?
And as the line to signify the dispute this ...?
When the lights of heaven Kameta
When without the help of helplessness - Blooms!
Bee
Karen Rafaelovich Samundzhyan - was born in 1967 in Tbilisi. In 1985 he joined the faculty of architecture of the Georgian Polytechnic Institute. In 1990 he emigrated to the United States, where he currently resides. Professionally engaged in: design, architectural design, painting, writing poetry. Interested in religious philosophy, esoteric teachings, the phenomenon of Time. Author of books - "The Gardener", "A Matter of Taste."
The Union of Earth and Water Sky
Ray - Sunday outside the window ...
In the fire hair bored youth ...
And the time in luxury stretched
And a slight sadness spilled ...
And sdrapirovannom alone
Amid enthralled rays
Entwined with trepidation speeches
And caress - young body ...
Hours of passionate recognition
Shame and lust,
Confused soul is visible
Under the Sun - Goodbye bright ...
Whenever a white seagull over the waves ...
When would sail in the immensity of the seas ...
When the light would ...- Light above the ground ...
When my everlasting love ...
And amid the winds intoxicating aroma ...
Storms of foaming in the sand ...
Whenever the bird calls - in the spring ...
And rapture Schyolkovo sunset ...
Her soul is a cold rain
Cold autumn and dusk separation
And memory weakened hands,
Overstrained fall chains ...
Her love will not survive a doubt,
glaciation forecast in November ...
Crumbled ...
And round providence
Prickly snowfall in the yard.
Her soul is torn by winds,
words as sharp as broken glass
She - One ...
transparent eyes
Stared through the open window.
And reduces pain irrepressible conductor
Attracting transcendence magnet
And screaming mad shouts
farewell bird
All - in mourning black
She is on the verge of
At dusk Wing
Disclosure of eternity,
And fan - minutes ...
And trembling snow splatters gray
Cold winds aggravated
She - One
But the angel of the Holy
He washed out of the sky falls moan
At the sill,
confusion barefoot
Hail the death of the phone call ...
The Thinker
flower
Flowers ............ nobody revenge.
And even dying,
Exude the smell of love.
Therefore, all love them ................
I
The smell of love in the torn flower like a breath of death ...
We tear away the love and fascination to watch her ??die ...
she
"Love in the beginning - always gracious.
In his memoirs - always gracious.
And love - the pain! And with each other hungrily
Tormented and tormenting us - always ... "
I
The firmament of many stars faded ...
Not because ...? - That falling in love once,
They were burned to the ground forever ....
she
...... burned, but the radiance left, we see it, it came to us ......)
rose
I
Take the same light of dawn and the last memory of the sunset save ...
And give you Boch - through light summer not to lose the glow of love ...
In the centuries unblown flower stone seems to us cold ...
But once again thrown from the heights Bogoprigodnyh - he Kamet fiery blooms ...
And to say that his term expired ...?
And as the line to signify the dispute this ...?
When the lights of heaven Kameta
When without the help of helplessness - Blooms!
Bee
Karen Rafaelovich Samundzhyan - was born in 1967 in Tbilisi. In 1985 he joined the faculty of architecture of the Georgian Polytechnic Institute. In 1990 he emigrated to the United States, where he currently resides. Professionally engaged in: design, architectural design, painting, writing poetry. Interested in religious philosophy, esoteric teachings, the phenomenon of Time. Author of books - "The Gardener", "A Matter of Taste."
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