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Dedicated to my dear brother Slepov Valery Pavlovich (5.04.1955 – 7.02.2018) SAFFRON COLOR Passerby: Tell me old sannyasin* Opponent of corruptible flesh Faithful son and spiritual practitioner, Isn’t it scary that you live in flight? After all, if you fall like a stone In the bottomless abyss You will onlyContinue Reading

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As the page turns As page turns, so do leaf and man dies, Idea’s come and go, law changes, nature is praised, all day So do man born and dies, so lifes waters my soul Were my ink turns the pages of life like ashes of the world, fade awayContinue Reading

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Let there be no war in the world By Bazargul Zivarova. Karakalpakstan May the flower of life never wither. Do not grieve for the Kevils, May there never be a war in the world, What all mothers wish. The earth is the common home of all, Peace is a gift,Continue Reading

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He was born in 1954 in Fethiye village of Malatya. Since he is the first child of the house, a baby rose is a baby, but life does not go like a baby rose baby. His father constantly goes to work in other cities, it happens that he does notContinue Reading

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Will someone forbid me to love? you ask me sometimes, my dear with your eyes is it love when i hold you in my arms I feel you with warm hands and feel with my whole being trembling with passion and hidden love, thirsty for closeness I absorb the scentContinue Reading

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Smriti Romanthan Haque Anwarul One day I went to see you in the afternoon Parliament Secretariat in the beautiful area of ​​Dhaka city, When I was young, you were like a princess, you looked like a dream fairy, I had no acquaintance with you! You have never seen me inContinue Reading

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Living in unity by Zbigniew Roth today I miss happy human faces that are nice to us with blue eyes full of heaven and beautiful human dreams for the words of encouragement flowing from warm lips in a difficult time for us where we are looking for the humanity that weContinue Reading

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Mai Văn Phấn Accompanying the Guest Out of the Alley After brewing tea When I returned The guest was gone Speaking on the phone His family said he had been dead seven years A misunderstanding At home All in turmoil No memory of when the portrait was taken down WhereContinue Reading