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Liliya Kasyanenko

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Ukraine Borodyanka, Ukraine
5 years back
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on the service 7 years

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    • Son of

      Poems, Songs & Prose
      For the mother, the son is not an adult.
      He only gets older.
      If you are in the phone call,
      He spoke to his mother.
      Spring is flowering in her heart.

      If there are no newspapers,
      The heart beats like a bird in a cell.
      The winter wing.

      My son is always close to my mother.
      When in the stomach under the heart strikes,
      When the adult life is over.
      She doesn’t matter.

      It is the same pain for every cell.
      The Black Method
      He feels.
      Heavily hot, untold,
      Everything is forgiven.

      He would be quiet,
      The son is released.
      can’t.
      The heart of mommy
      For the Adult
      My son is worried!
    • The spring.

      Poems, Songs & Prose
      Spring rain in the spring, it is terrible.
      But nothing, let me. He is helping,
      All the living things wake up from the sleep.
      As after the night, the spring is awakening.
      Even yesterday the fields were white with snow.
      And once again: a fast flow, a fast run
      A green wave.
      Flowers and smells are full.
      The heat and the heat are not worried.
      The light of the sun will help.
      The cold of long winter nights.
      He met hundreds of sweet voices:
      And the bird, and the sand of the insects.
      The spring work is ready!
    • The Autumn Evening.

      Poems, Songs & Prose
      The Autumn Evening. It is all rounded with light.
      It is not as hot as in the summer.
      But in the autumn the heat is quite different.
      Heat, heat, heat and family.

      Heat is not a sunny nature.
      It is the second, the earth's race.
      It is not the sky, but the earth is all in strange stars.
      And they light even the day when it’s not too late.

      Everyone is so fast, the stars are coming.
      And the castles hardly shake them.
      But these stars are as fire burns.
      And, if it is dry, so gently shurry.
    • The last days.

      Poems, Songs & Prose
      Today on the head.
      The world turned.And the people, like the wicked,
      They don’t notice badness.He said, “The war is forever.
      And the people died,
      The newspaper was not there.
      And we didn’t know it.”Goodbye the people!Where and when did you see this?The !The whole world by houses.
      It is old and small.People are ready to stone.
      Anyone who is infected.Together with it, they all
      Unfortunately, the day is untouched.There are storms and earthquakes.
      Somewhere there is a tornado.The people of faith do not:
      “There was a lot before.”There is war, brother on brother goes,
      It is poverty and hunger.Someone is a stranger,
      Getting a reason.The man is evil, evil, in lies.
      The load is the best.The morality of each one is its own.
      The immorality is that.And then you say:
      “I live like before.In the world everything is going well.
      The world has not changed at all.”The !Who looks honestly?
      In the eyes of faith,
      He understands that time has come.God is suffering.We cannot silence.
      And live quietly.We go to everyone with a message.
      We are strongly informed,
      The time of the last days has gone.
      Soon there will be changes.We need to look at everyone.
      I understand the reasons.Without God, the people
      Not a year or a century.
      The earth was put on the mansion.Plaghetti on the side.Only the Creator will return everything.
      The rope is appropriate.And finally, humanity will survive.
      Worth and worthy life!
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      The “Sosna”

      Poems, Songs & Prose
      What a beautiful winter sausage.
      He stands in the forest, covered with a white shell.
      I am proud of myself, but I am sad.
      His eyes are green.

      What do you feel so proud and proud of?
      What are you afraid of in winter?
      Who do you look so hard on?
      Say to us. Maybe we can help.

      But there is no answer. It is quiet as before.
      The green wing of the shell.
      And from the white shade so negligent.
      The beautiful sheep looks very well.

    Activity

      Latest proposals 6
    Preparation of goods for publication on OLH (description, headlines, photos)
    7 USD
    Регистрация. создание профилей
    45 USD
    collection of the database of cafes, bars, restaurants,
    11 USD
    Сбор информации по ДП "КАЛІЙНИЙ ЗАВОД" ВАТ "ОРІАНА"
    22 USD
    Транскрибация аудио- и видеоматериалов. Языки: RU и UA
    6 USD
    Расшифровать 4 часа записи судебного заседения
    21 USD