Feel the atmosphere of peace, contemplating the sunset,
Freeing the heart from the thorns of everyday life for the highest blessings,
Leaving the captivity of doubt, a free bird to heaven,
There, where far away, search for forgotten places.
Let it flicker in the eyes - a clear sign of life,
As if in the spring the first leaves beat through the buds.
Fundamental rod - alloys of good and goals,
Will not allow to go out, will kindle them more.
A pure mountain waterfall is an eternal question,
Swiftly carries from mystery into your microcosm:
What am I here for? How can I find grace?
How to stay young and turn back that time?
The answer is obvious: sincerely believe in yourself, friend!
Listen to the dictates of the heart, discarding the useless flood,
In the form of incompetent opinions, criticism, eternal advice.
There is only you and the goal, sincere belief in victory.
The night sky, a cascade of distant stars, plunges into a trance,
I ask a question: answer, space, are thoughts close to the truth,
Goals and dreams come true to death, the essence of life.
Every line is soaked in a complex cocktail
First, interest arose, those necessary doors opened.
A strong blow to the eyes - an unrealistically bright light,
Squinting, I retreat, about a couple of meters.
I got used to it, a bright distance opened up.
Palm like a visor to the forehead, attention to detail,
A couple of timid steps - you never know what is there,
But somewhere in the depths of my soul there is a whisper: this is your freedom.
With faith in the heart, the first step beyond the threshold,
And here I am, on the shore, looking thoughtfully into a notebook.
Along the horizon metropolis, magic of light,
Morning smog and a yellow leaf falling into the black river.
First step. Start timer, shot to the sky.
The first painting in the exhibition, the essence of my life.
The march to the top is the highest goal in the clouds
That is still barely visible, but everything is in our hands!
The night sky, a cascade of distant stars, plunges into a trance,
I ask a question: answer, space, are thoughts close to the truth,
Goals and dreams come true to death, the essence of life.
