The Soul Looks with Squinty Eyes. Victor Sanzh

      Life with aging

      Comes better each day,

      And we begin to value

      Our loved-ones’ feelings.

      And our wisdom

      Has to beautify the Life!

      Love should be for those who are awake,

      Not for those sleeping on a way!

      At the crossroads

      There are two,

      Love needs an excuse

      Under a full moon,

      For dreams to come true,

      For flowers to bloom

      For wind to stroke soul

      So gentle and kind,

      When a crossroads is

      Already behind.

      Prayers… prayers…prayers

      Out of kindness you present to all,

      Yet thus being indulged in praying…

      You’ve not achieved your goal…

      Who knows…

      Perhaps the pray is first of all!?

      Fleeting love,

      It feels shy. It runs,

      Averting eyes,

      But it’s delighted inside.

      It is delighted with encounter,

      It is delighted with a storm,

      It is delighted with a life,

      With tears and strength,

      Which came at dawn.

      Though fleeting it is called,

      It can strongly wings unfold.

      It leaves a trace for the end of days