http://www.voicesnet.com/VisionsLiteraryJournal01082004.htm
Poetry is the blood of nation
When nation’s hurt it bleeds,
When nation’s dying it then seeds
The contemplation
That will breed
The New Civilization
To succeed.
Poetry is the blood of nation
When nation’s hurt it bleeds,
When nation’s dying it then seeds
The contemplation
That will breed
The New Civilization
To succeed.
- Last seen on Mar 31 4:17 PM. Member since May 4, 2008.
- I'm a topaz horse poet for 16 comments.
- I am a 55 year old man (Russia)
- When I'm not writing, I'm translating.




- I have 16 comments, 37 poems, 1 journal
Poems I'm focused on
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Dark night has choked daylight. Day is dead. It won’t come back to senses any more.14 lines, 3 comments, May 4, 2008
My Poetry
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When I had died
I realized how easy is to fly, -
Ay, you may weep about your past
And think it will forever last
My journal entries
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At the very end of existence of Russian empire (in its mock variant – the USSR) there appeared numerous “new” voices of petty animals claiming their right “to bark at the Elephant”. Our Animal Farm turned into Orators’ Corner where each of species shouted at top of its voice not caring to listen to others. A number oJanuary 18, 400 words. → Make first comment?
