Volcanos are burning under the ocean We can't stop them now Volcanos are bursting with lava in motion Volcanos are heating the ground...

. As if painting on canvas, trace the lines of my body, With every brushstroke, evoke my desire so heady. Like a predator on the prowl, stalk me with your eyes, And in one swift move, leave me gasping for your prize. Let your fingers comb through my hair, As your lips the color of ripe cherries ensnare. Tie me up, tease me, make me yours, Lead me to the edge, with pleasure as our only cause. From tender whispers to frenzied screams, Let our bodies entwine, fulfilling our dreams. As we soar to new heights, with every touch and kiss, Let the fire of our passion never cease or miss. In every word, let the ocean's voice be heard, A symphony of pleasure, a chorus of every bird. Draw me in, take me over, and make me yours, In a journey of ecstasy, where our love forever endures. So take me as I am, with all my tales and scars, And together we'll create a masterpiece, under the moon and stars.

. In the vast expanse of space, so cold and vast, A giant planet spins with rings so vast, Saturn, the jewel of the solar system, Bathed in the fiery light of the sun's prism. Beneath the rings of ice and dust, Lies a world of beauty and mystic lust, Its storms and winds in constant motion, A dance of nature, a cosmic commotion. In the sign of Aquarius, Saturn now stands, A symbol of freedom, a beacon for all lands, For souls that seek to break free from chains, And soar to new heights, unbound by constraints. The red planet Mars is active, too, A warrior spirit, a call to pursue, A passion to explore, to conquer and fight, And leave behind the darkness, to bask in the light. With the sun shining bright, Saturn burns, A radiant jewel, its lesson learned, That even in the face of heat and pain, Beauty and wonder will forever remain.

. In the cosmic symphony, the planets dance, A graceful waltz in a celestial expanse, Mercury, Jupiter, Mars, Earth in a row, A cosmic orchestra putting on a show. Our roots lie in the universe so grand, A cosmic origin, a vast wonderland, We ponder our destiny, our purpose here, On this soulful journey, seeking to persevere. Reflections of the universe reverberate, Echoes of our souls in a cosmic state, We seek happiness, fulfillment in our lives, As we travel through time, we reflect and strive. Quantum mysteries, miracles galore, A journey of discovery, and so much more, The human quest for knowledge and understanding, To reach for the stars, forever expanding. We stand on Earth, but our hearts take flight, As we gaze upon the stars, our souls ignite, In this cosmic dance, we find our place, In this vast universe, we are but a trace. So let us seek the wonders of the skies, And embrace the melodies that harmonize, For in this cosmic dance, we have a part to play, To light the way, and make our mark each day.

. Through the prism of time, in years to come, When all the pain and hurt will be undone, You'll come to know the simplest of truths, Nothing is forever under the moon's roof. You'll cherish every moment, every day, When love had made you lose your way, You'll scroll ahead, beyond the past, And find that hurtful memories don't last. It's okay to move on and start anew, To find someone who brings out the best in you, Not everything of value can be bought, True love and friendship can never be lost. Not all of our dreams will come to be, But maybe it's better that they remain free, Unconstrained, forever in our mind, Where they shine like the stars of every kind. Through the prism of time, after many years, When all the dust has settled and disappeared, You'll see that life has a mysterious way, Of turning bad things into good, come what it may. Let the melody of life carry you along, As you dance to the rhythm of an eternal song, With every step, you'll find your way, You'll see the beauty of every single day.

Ships sailing to the east, Like birds in the sky they fly, Leaving us behind in peace, With memories that slowly die. A leaf falls from the tree, With secrets of paradise lost, A reminder of what used to be, And what came at a high cost. The sea stretches far and wide, A canvas painted by the sun, With every ship that's in sight, Another chapter has begun. As the wind carries away, The ships and the fallen leaf, We're left to face another day, Wondering what lies beneath. The ships may be gone, But their journey lives on, As we hold onto the memories, Of what's come and gone.

Inevitably, the river flows through the meadows green, Inevitably, the maiden fair falls for a warrior's gleam, Oh, she loves him so, but she doesn't want to hurt, Only the river whispers secrets to her in an undertone so curt. Only the pure river knows what to do, It holds all the answers, it's wise and true, Oh, lovely maiden fair, look into the river's eyes, Oh, beautiful and clear, let your heart be wise. The hour will come, and you'll be perplexed and worried, But still, put on your red sarafan, you mustn't be hurried, Oh, dress up, dress up in your finest attire, The river and fate will lead you to your heart's desire. Oh, dress up, dress up in your finest attire, The river and fate will lead you to your heart's desire. In spring, the maiden fair had her destiny laid, And in the red summer, her sarafans were made, Then came the autumn, with its golden, leafy trails, And winter gave her snowy sleds with horse's tails. Oh, sleds with horse's tails, how they shone in the light, As the maiden fair rode away, all pure and bright, Heavyhearted, yet happy, her fate was sealed, Her destiny fulfilled, and her heart truly healed. Oh, you, lovely maiden fair, Eyes so bright, so rare, Your life was hard, but full of joy, A As the river and fate played their coy. Inevitably, the river flows through the meadows green, Inevitably, the maiden fair falls for a warrior's gleam, Oh, she loves him so, but she doesn't want to hurt, Only the river whispers secrets to her in an undertone so curt.

Beyond the right and 'wrong' There is a field... An open space, a shield... And I will meet you there... A field surrounded by forest, Where stars are falling down to grass... Where time is steady, days don't pass... Where Souls descend into the grass. The world is crowded to talk... You better hold my hand, let's walk... Ideas, languages and any phrase you say - No longer they make sense... ...we are two tiny in the immense... Two lost who hide in order to dispense Their inner feelings... What a Field!.. May everything just flow, just let it go - whatever unfulfilled.

The angel is tired, the angel is tired - He's helped everyone all day long. Two poorly unloved recently met; Destined to the full loneliness, They faced their happiness. The Angel's talked to old grandmother. He asked her all about the sores. He drank a hot tea with a sugar bun, To bring joy to the woman He's quietly sung... He's caught the baby, that looked out the window - She almost flew away with the titmice... Then them together guessing funny riddles - There's not another chance or compromise. He's got a little cat from the rooftop - The angel worried about the small creature. He brought to doctors and the patient Hope - Being unnoticeably helpful is His feature. He calmed anxiety in restless hearts... He loved these people sometimes very strange. He loved these people - elderly and children. They ain't strangers, often look like angels, Believers in the miracles and fairy tales, Defenceless in their kindness, Them being open to the wonders... And such an angel... He's everywhere With everyone...

The angel is tired, the angel is tired - He's helped everyone all day long. Two poorly unloved recently met; Destined to the full loneliness, They faced their happiness. The Angel's talked to old grandmother. He asked her all about the sores. He drank a hot tea with a sugar bun, To bring joy to the woman He's quietly sung... He's caught the baby, that looked out the window - She almost flew away with the titmice... Then them together guessing funny riddles - There's not another chance or compromise. He's got a little cat from the rooftop - The angel worried about the small creature. He brought to doctors and the patient Hope - Being unnoticeably helpful is His feature. He calmed anxiety in restless hearts... He loved these people sometimes very strange. He loved these people - elderly and children. They ain't strangers, often look like angels, Believers in the miracles and fairy tales, Defenceless in their kindness, Them being open to the wonders... And such an angel... He's everywhere With everyone...

As promised all without deceiving, The sun turned up in early afternoon... An oblique stripes of saffron, I can't help believing, Slide down tenderly, Touching a curtain soon... It covered with hot ochre The neighboring woods and houses, My bed, my pillows and my hair and cheeks. The sun goes up and up, it never drowses On summer days and endless summer weeks... Am I still dreaming or it's my reality - Sweet amber honey August and its bright temptation? Mortality turned into sudden tiny immortality - Almost unnoticed, but well-known transfiguration... You walked in a crowd, apart and in pairs, Suddenly someone remembered that today sixth of august old Transfiguration. Ordinarily light without flame Comes on this day from Tabor, And autumn, clear as a sign, It draws the eyes to itself. And you went through the petty, beggarly, Naked, quivering alder In the ginger-red cemetery forest, Burning like a printed gingerbread. With its hushed peaks Neighboring the sky is important And the voices of cocks Called to each other for a long time. In the forest as a government surveyor There was death among the churchyard, Looking into the face of my dead, To dig a hole in my height. Was physically felt by everyone A calm voice nearby. That former voice is my visionary It sounded untouched by decay: "Farewell, transfiguration azure And the gold of the second Savior Soften with the last caress of a woman I am the bitterness of the fateful hour. Farewell, years of timelessness, Farewell, abyss of humiliation A challenging woman! I am your battlefield. Farewell, spread wingspan, Flight of free perseverance, And the image of the world, revealed in the word, And creativity, and wonderworking.

Overtaking the speed of light The mind is racing over ages... In the depths of the poet's delight A line is following another line laying down on the snow-white pages... Shaking off the gray dust, Pray She will and sing She must - She will tell you a magical story About the times wild and hoary Overtaking the speed of light...

Can you walk with my shadow along the edge of the soul? ...Where for half of a lifetime there's no sleep and no goal. Forgotten, unlikely to start gutting again, It won't work even blindly, not worth trying the same. Divide gaps into "after", Divide all the "before" The rain washed our laughter Slamming the door... Weaving loneliness into Your tiny home, Where the traces, your traces don't remember the road... Can you walk with my shadow Along the edge of a meadow, Everything's become mere, The most vital thing is You are here.

In front of the morning rays Towards the solar miracles - The world comes out to embrace Carrying the sky made of particles... Everything will wake up, Everything comes to life, Silence is breaking the night, Bringing the ultimate light, Warmed in the sunny arms... Keeping all summer charms, A day will be born in love with the dawn, Filled with the heavenly caress, With the bird's beautiful trills On its cherry breezy crimson lips... A day will come!

Well, tell me, have you ever been in love? Tell me, if the dawn has ever floated at your home?.. And doves were circling overhead, Dancing the whitest minuet?.. Tell me, have blizzards sung in your bedroom? Have you read all your rhymes and poems to her? In every single look you were... looking for a friend, whom you could name your soul-mate?.. Have you been hiding somewhere in a nook, writing a line by line of a new book... For her? Have you been standing at the station, Inhaling the fragrance of the trains, Have you been dealing with temptation To disappear, to vanish in the rains?.. Well, tell me, have you ever cried, Sobbing with bitter happiness at night, While desperately dreaming about her?.. Well, if you know at least a little... So if you know about the times It means for you, not for another, I've written all my crazy rhymes.

The sea will tenderly embrace, And bury in its golden sands while fishermen are casting fishing nets... While fishermen are casting there a fishing line, Our souls are catching here a rushing tide... There is nowhere to hide - Forgive me. So late at night, we're laying in a puddle Someone here needs the air and cuddle, but touches are much less, than even subtle... Forgive me. Our clothes got water, we are stuck We stuck so tight... I think, the sun fell over, And out of the sudden it is quiet, We can't hear clocks and seagulls, You are in sand as if in bronze, I am not sure that it is legal.. But anyway, forgive me. The sea will tenderly embrace, Bury us in the golden sands... Is it a chance? Forgive me.

On the roads that were split by fate Give me your hand so that there is no fear Give me a hand or two... I'm not sure... of anything. Oncoming cars on the road Give me your heart to hold And our joy will be eternal... Prove me, we are the only, at the beginning of our story... And we will write another song - Take me there under common dome which is above the inner sorrow On-road and off-road Let's start believing in 'tomorrow'. I will return to you - the heart, the truth, Your hands, your joys, your dreams, the life you choose... And on the roads that were split by fate Give me your hand, Please, give me your hand.

I don't have a TV, And I don't use any messenger. Can you recognise me? Can you feel me In the crowd of a random stranger? I'm like a small tealeaf dancing in the white heat... Can you talk to me? Can you see me whatsoever? I've become a stranger to myself, Giving love and hope to abstract people... Ain't no all alone, but deeply lonely 'self', Sometimes being cured by neighbourbooks taken from my shelf or nearer... Well, I talk to them, And sometimes they talk to me... Noone's heard my recent "help" - And my "be or not to be".

The voice of the wind is like a wild horse The voices of the winds hoarse But there are singing summer thunderstorms... I've written everything, but not the destiny of yours... I have no choice, just to confess In the deepest inner deliverance... I have no choice, but let you go We used to have a strong resemblance of the Soul, now it's the biggest difference... Still remembering who you are, I could almost lose my mind: How to convey your weightless trail Through the rhyming words of mine? How to convey the nerves sway Or a sudden tender touch of yours?.. How to convey your multiple roles In my loving worlds?.. Maybe, it used to be One of the strongest connections.