Thai
Binh Road
With Danish witch in dreams on dusty crowded roads
With clamerous-clackson cars and shadows of bikes
With silent driver who remains in trance
And sees his pictures as his motherland is rocking him.
Along the watering mirrors of rice fields
Where bending like peasants in prayer
Direct the tiny emerald stems
Along the rays of sun
And it’s reflections in miriads of ponds...
Even wind makes here their kisses gentle
While gazing on colors -
All rainbow collection on the flags!
And drops of rains turn to a spray
Not to disturb the water’s surface
And to smooth the spirits of ancestors.
Nothing looks to be completed here and aging old,
Prefer to stay in streams of spring development
Development on rules of ceremony,
That looms from TET to TET.
And even adults look like children here
As they from nature know how
to join elements of life on Wheeling Star
And how to handle mind and pulsing universe
By means of conus hats.
And human force and will are smiling here
Like roofs of pagodas with curves,
And warriors are peaceful but
Like citizens of Heaven town – always ready..
Then Winged ship ruled by the viking lady
arrived to walls of Red with golden stars on it.
Thai Binh in blossom...
Nap
Sleeping on the roof makes me open
To gentle kisses of the tropical winds
To breathing the smell of Spring in the Autumn
Watching a Cloudy tropic film above
Makes me feel like a tiny particle
In a dreamig eye of a Carp-fish
In
Mermaid’s
land
Lady’s long wet hair like branches òf seagrass
Covered with round-conus cúp-hats
Lips hidden under másks to protect from dryed dúst
Hands so tiny with movements gracious
You shouldn’t even touch it ever
Not to invade it in moisty spray of tropical air
They’re fond òf colours so bright ánd flowers ảrtificial
So I ‘ve got a cognition:
It ís a mermade’s land
With shapes of dancing tailored Lady
Mermaid’s
trust
On flight direct to Moscow
Fine burden press my shoulder
So, I can hardly move
Not breathing more than hour
Not to disturb the down
On face of lotus flower
I stayed in Budda’s pose
For more than one hour.
Confessor of mermaid -
My aid for mermaid’s land,
Eyes pinched with the sand,
Or probably with dust,
Or may be feeling trust..
Her husband was aside,
And we looked each to other,
We both felt confidence
To tired nourishing mother..