no longer sore day
beautiful sun set
and slowly close the cemetery gates shut
no longer say the least sore
it\'s so serene
the oil lamps in the eyes of read
no sore arm
your hand in there
such as heart crucified
door and door
tonight I decided not to violate
narrow range of light
sad closes doors
grateful and quiet
and remain dobīte pillow
where happiness is lying
noausim feet atpīsim hearts
days of trouble pakārsim tree
will go in the mist paganīties
worship will go hand
of the wide road of hard trails
cross over the head over time
away behind the sky off the ground behind
will go in the mist paganīties
breath turns into a shadow
clench his kindly and quietly
necelties sun over me
I\'m tired
shadow anymore do not turn
extends to an evening party
get lost in the cloud and frost
to izdeldējies bright and hard,
I can jump up the hill again -
from the beginning not set. Saturiņicīts>
sunrise man can withstand,
If the blood through the heart strings
Every morning brings the wings, as evening falls
By burning the swallows? Saturiņicīts>
nosāpi pārsāpi
life-long day
to carry you
nēzdogā green
to bury you
flowers and roses
then rise again
then atāpēsi
head over pine
full lips smell of coniferous
says words to the song
to go further and work in progress,
who sought all his life his way
as a source of mountain layers. Saturiņicīts>
takes me away from the life of the well,
to which I gurdumā bending quench your thirst
but the pain
depths of the black depths scooped. Saturiņicīts>
With the power of now
fascinates me away.
As the bird\'s cry of late autumn winds
life may vanish.
But the heart? Saturiņicīts>
distant worlds
I wanted to fly off the track
expansion, which has no end,
but -
Steal Autumn is always ahead of time,
and the lack of power off its self-harm. Saturiņicīts>
silent roads. Asleep rafters.
Search Engine Gourde eyes closed.
Is borne on the wings of birds in the chest
in black. And you have nowhere to flee. Saturiņicīts>
as musicians, which is sinking in the dark,
stream runs fast boats.
Hazel wind rimst tired to sing,
izkvēlo pink clouds. Saturiņicīts>
freezes forests and wilderness tent,
another wave of the river to the sea.
Aizlīgo brūnzaļo page gold
aizlīgo musicians of the sea. Saturiņicīts>
Let me go away,
Do not ask and for what.
Dream poppy flower
Neckar eternity. Saturiņicīts>
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