Poems from sbeeri
She is so busy
In checking and testing
Who is she that cause him
to be as a fly at home
Rotating between rooms
Like a humming zombie
His...
Sixteen years old for ever
My soul
Sends light rays - embracing webs
Like two projectors
Through my eyes
With its heavy diopters...
And when I take off heavy chains of the day
Drowning deeply into painful helping sleep
I dream of us as black doves
In an unknown crowded...
Yorek is another consequence of
The dark horror of our people
A boy born on the early fifties
From the bloody burned Poland
Descendant of...
The cake of little Ukraine
Was very tasting
And every night Putin align it a bit
He began with the Krim
And it was very toothsome
Then he...