Poems of a dying child
1996
Autumn
Beautiful autumn comes,
The leaves fall from the trees,
Soon all the rivers would freeze,
But now a rain on the house-roofs drums.
The birds fly to the south,
And when you see those
Bird-flocks in autumn,
Don't open your mouth.
In autumn doves ate worms
At the earth bottom...
Winter
Winter — the coldest season of the year,
All is cold, even the air.
In winter it often snows,
And the strong wind blows.
It is cloudy almost all the time,
The ravens — loudly they cry,
The water begins to freeze,
And snow covers all the trees.
Boys and girls play snowballs,
And — here — a boy to the snow falls,
But it isn't painful at all.
What a gladness that ends fall.
To my mother
My dear mother,
You are beautiful and rather
Good, I think so.
Yes, you will laugh, I know.
But you're kind,
You have a very clear mind,
And I love you,
Like the paper loves glue.
You are much more better
Than the father
(This is a secret letter)
O.K., I won't bother
You, sleep...