Magic
Well things have a closer approach, it becomes far -
Wood juice hides the nose, curved branch crabby,
Frightened bird wings rising quickly.
Sounds edged lie quietest vārdoa,
Close caress becomes bitter strike and a similar,
On the face of three shadow sagumstot pain.
Which will be affected - all slip away, descending breath, Smoke thirst,
Trembling anxiety and tend to break spīvo remoteness,
But the collapse of his own helpless craving.
That dream still hear the murmur of the alien -
It voice, the breath, which flies over me,
But the magic of the evil people live in hiding.

Sand

From the ground to take you, for you will stay low -
Three-Sai yellow sand once roaring over you grus.
But still you mistaken in this life, although the steps you sinking sand,
Removal of dust in the wind tearing tow, and to fall into the hands and rimst.
And sometimes you feel that they iebirst eyelid and badly roasting,
Heart iedrebas anticipation of a long and his fate be heard.
You see - from trūdainās earth to the sun rising flower,
But the roots of the dust of the Pinas and head off to put them.
You land tveries glory and you forget for a moment allowed,
But the kiss turned a blind eye, you hear - leave your name already.
One word more whispers lips for some time delayed view
But the sand sticks to you hands, and sand iestiedz yourself.
Land taken from you, for you will stay low,
Three handfuls of yellow sand soon roaring over you grus.

flair

Izbrista sea of ​​blood,
Peaceful become legs.
Soul searching gurusi
His troubled home.
Distance iedrebas land
The heart shrinks in fear yet.
Or again over me
Lights in the death of the cock?
Search Engine. - This day nij large.
Day of anguish and thirst.
My ta pārdedzinaja,
Red pleasure and pain.
I do not see neither good nor evil -
Sadness, face persecution.
What all aizpleca
We laugh so piercing?
Persuasion
Behind the mountains, driving beam sweat.
I bent down and felt:
Gaist muirgi, heal all the blame.
I act as a kind and a pair of silence creep,
In that one I have.
Well my heart to know
The hour.
You can pour boiling pitch over -
I fall down the face of the driving beam
Junda, and redemption.
Laundry River
All night I along the windows fog darkness Brien,
All-night heavy shadows naked branches wall.
Pale River enters quiet guys in the sky -
Is it me ever carry an outward drift?
All the time where I stand, sand under your feet crumbles,
Cool stream leaves the wave manuj shore chop.
Gulgo dark alien song, alien sounding steps -
Is there any distant viesiatnākuši me?
Roots tremble, tremble, branches, tree bending low,
Round, hollow rustles, the river weaves linen range.
Long face, strange pain in my past slip away.
And I see myself going up away.

Waiver

KAIST sun garden, all in one fruit deer,
Of black plums gold las resin,
And a heavy shadow over the hump, having fun,
Low burden of their bay,
Green vine bows to the sun.
There, you called the rest under a light brown top concern,
You atskaties and deep desire tvīcis,
Then walk a miss.
Fast flowing river, guldz wave against the shore,
And the bright stream across the pebble pots.
Hides the cool depths not have found the pearl,
St. John\'s Day flowers and foam.
Deep anxiety chest big thirst Urd,
And although it would like to look at Muckle loving,
You look as white zvirfgzi spigot,
Brien and over.
And then your way STAP svešiemsoļiem miscible.
Gliding across a brilliant light for the soul
When hundreds of votes to refer,
And easy to take the cup,
What a friend\'s dark hand full of wine is poured;
But then, around me and my spēdekļus be heard,
You sip the bitter drink it dry -
And walk a little away.
All land richness either you lying at your feet,
But go past it, you hurry back home.

Peace

Had already come into the river
Gurusi against the shore,
To get you in the shade
Finally, to find peace.

Below the stream will not want to
Rush of space,
Where about you nozibēs
Cool star rain.
Dim mists rise,
Where have you at the edge of the grave.
Other boats will go to the spirit,
But you peace slapsi.

Sand Whirlwind

Spray air izlapušas hot sand,
Catches the eye, chest and fa

Fever

Whirling sand, deserts KAIST,
Rivers dry agony
The last remnants of wood gaist
Hot and trembling hands.
Eyes torrid dust fell
Sun ashes hide the visual.
Thirst in vain lips hone
Wood from smoldering bark.
Shadows ignite sources are smoking,
Uncanny luster flame
Dry and gray tears crumbles
Izmocītajā face.
And then the blood at sea will
His last wave. -
All cups, which brought it ashore,
Sink full of soul.

SONET

In the kinked branch I bend down the road,
And not come back, lets not take long.
With fibrous pirksties it skauj me tight,
And the darkness of the earth juice your breath is drawn.
I sent a wave of green linen away from you,
But the hand of immoderate goes, pull the fetus,
What the bitter wormwood, but does not allow to go,
While myself contemptuous of, the curse and the mouse.
Either branch of a thorn in tears and peeping through the heart,
With my blood tasula set of interfering,
But I do not know that hurts, that pleasure does. .
And then I give up, to stay where I am.
Once again, clearly felt the breath of its own destiny -
That moment of joy is short, the long night aches.

recognition as Gloden skauj cold indifference of mind and joy of yesterday\'s peace Salta weave. Already felt - apnikumsuz forehead glūnīgs snauž And izdeŗ light moment as the years accumulate passion. And although I bargi your heart preparation, so even I will be impassive janolauž branch, which is roughly complete for glow shadow glauž as though I thank you never know, because the force lacks me to plead guilty as I love what is evil AIT my face, but away from the humble self-gain. Even the hill so I want when I go down, And pat acquired by another change my haste to further trauktos restless ran.

Yourself

I myself izsvaidu every moment in all winds,
And every flame melts the gold life to me.
No one wanted to ātrākne nemitējos,
Up to the last cup is empty of the lips was built.
I miss the moment of force to put an end,
Although I know that beneath the depths of each
It is green slime, sand to the shore side of the
Coolness, and always comes after the heat of the day.

Anxiety

Do I have enough - not your sweet breath,
Not quite the rush hours viemuļās.
Sliding too slow all day zvīļās,
And over-frame las blood veins.
From the depths of the forest Verd ever perfume fierce,
And tendons roots peeping land split,
So each morning short of breath, live,
Where to draw the fierce joy of the day.
Do I have enough - every proximity is still a long way
And hate no one is quite deep and sharp.
Cut each hour of face to face erencing of parcels,
And, once obtained, everything collapses and the small details.

blink brilliance

Do I izdegšu today or morning,
I will be equally applicable zilgs brilliance.
Do I izdegsu today or morning -
Trey moments in life that will last.
Value A in the light, opened his eyes,
Dive miracle came lascivious,
And the wave breast I place,
No desire to rock the praise
Themselves anxious day, having fun,
Every time I felt that the glowing
Moment brightness across me wasting
His quick flicker yet.
One moment izskanes song
Rimsies day blizzard bright,
One moment the flame goes off, -
The face will gleam bright.
Do I izdegšu today or morning,
I will be equally applicable zilgs brilliance.
Do I izdegšu today or morning -
Trejums moments in life that will last.

Stream

The river is deep and wide,
Shores of Lodz and crumbles.
Restless and sharp
Stream of Atvari stumble.

Wave wasting sidabu tough
Depths sparkle branch:
- To you I neapnīkstu,
Nerimis changing my spirit

Changing light and shadow,
Stream is no peace anywhere.
Eternity rustle slow
Also a habitat for it there.

Life

I want to live up to the very bosom of the n
At noslŗpmie thy life, to descend.
What stands written in the stars? Maybe that my sies
The Trulli bondage fatigue tough and SMIE
Ļaunsuns face the same fate and will indignantly to pour
God of wine kausāto that creates Wormwood?

I fear not. Wood necropsy ground flesh
With roots up gold urbdamies.
I do not lack humility timidly leaning
The fact that without love, one day, I will go to the spirit,
But if I give it a small and lean,
I\'m going to go herself to take the life of your court!

Anticipation

Once you have RAIBIE skirts must be drawn,
And then his tired, full sūru taunt,
You will go deep in the dark to meet his God. -

So quiet is the path that will lead you away,
Please note that your breath will say louder than words
What you will not be happy for yourself, not your friend relatives.

You no stranger to save the brilliance and cheap -
As the gray evening will become all life span,
And will return your emptiness, cowardice, weakness.

You have to face grave screeching gale of laughter,
What, includes skis,\'d be laughed out loud
Once had to confess and to remain silent should have.

There is nothing you will not be deep in the heart weighed -
With mild bells, with a bright fuss
You\'d spent a moment, an hour of the year.

And then you have spotted coats put off God. -
Is it really so alone you\'d have?
He was humiliated and quiet, you saw.