Я повертаюсь до начал,
з яких колись все починалось.
Приємна легкістю печаль,
і сонце з ранком привіталось.

Дивує барвів новизна.
Ні тіні сумніву, зухвальства,
немов прокинувшись весна
вдяглась в поетове убранство.

І в чистих рисах пролилось
щось не земне і потойбічне,
що поза часом всі часи
єдна сплетінням вічним.

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He who hesitates is lost
And I cannot think the words
How open to you heart
I am keeping as if shut

My confusion I'm afraid
Will be cause that I may late
And my heart will leave you cold
Like the poem never told

"It's impossible" sad Cause
"Or else you can have a loss"
And Experience took note
"It's imprudence you must not"
"It's in vain" declared Pride
"You will stand in own light"
Only Dream in low voice
Whispered "Try, You have the choice”

I'd like to wish you love
Just like the flap of dove
At free and easy flight
To sky of solar light

Just like that's learned by sight
In movies black and white
Don't give its breath a miss
And blown you a kiss

Forever golden autumn
Has been aroused from boredom
With flowering of dawn
From smile of yours alone.

Let dream of yours in heaven
Be star which waning never
Don't fear empty sky
To spread your arms to fly.

I'm afraid to be absent
In the twilight of sunset,
In your soul and mind
To be put on one side.

There is pride of the morning
In the glow of dawning
I've left hope behind
In my soul and mind.

In despite of such sorrow
As you cause me tomorrow
You'll belong to my dreams,
And to all of they things.

You are lost in my dreams
Like the thoughts disappear
At the sea of extremes
Of a stormy idea.

In the back of beyond
After stealing a stare
Had been lost upon your
I will seek it forever.

It is time to make sail,
And forget all confusion
For the sake of your smile,
For the sake of solution.

I listen for rain
Compeled my attention
And only your name
Is heard in vibration.

With fall of the leaf,
The cause of the autumn,
I strongly believe
It'll not be forgotten

A thing I like is reason,
But not in idle talk
Which leads to folly's prison
By means of proud walk.

A thing I like is freedom,
But not in acts of lust
Defiled the soul's kingdom
Whose cleannees has been lost.