Thanks God for all, thanks God. Olesia Radushko

>Thanks God for all, thanks God

      Olesia Radushko

      My special thanks to my English teacher Valentina. God bless you.

      © Olesia Radushko, 2020

      ISBN 978-5-0051-2263-6

      Created with Ridero smart publishing system

      About me

      God has given me three invaluable gifts: life, faith, and a little singing soul.

      I live in Kemerovo, Siberia. I’ve been writing poetry since I was 16. 6 of my collections were published. I publish on the Internet server "Stihi.ru”

      http://www.stihi.ru/avtor/radushko and other Internet sites.

      An august

      An august is a forerunner of the autumn.

      there are the first leaves on the grass.

      the sky is quiet there are flashes of blue are on it.

      there a white trace fancies me.

      joy and light are in my heart.

      I fondle flowers with my eye,

      i go and music sounds for me

      like soft sweetness.

      young ravens crow,

      they take wing.

      My heart is full

      of peace and warm.

      August

      I go to the yard

      There is blessing in my heart

      I lift up my eye

      To take in colors of the sky

      There is blue and gray vast horizon

      And white fog a bit…

      At my heart is so easy

      I stand and i keep silent.

      There are bunches of red ashes

      Among green branches.

      I smile. I am here alone

      I am warmed with the light.

      There are flowers under my feet

      They are like a paradise hello.

      I stand near the line

      Resting from my troubles.

      I would take brushes and a canvass

      To create paradise at the land.

      I am still a visitor here,

      I want to live so much.

      August morning

      Let the little rain drizzle without hurry.

      And clouds cover the sky at all.

      I will come out to the yard

      and i’ ll give my heart to the heaven squadron.

      It is so good! Warm. And everywere

      are lakes of poured water

      miracle of the red-yellow rowan

      i feel like i have wings at my back.

      Yellow butterflies of autumn

      Yellow butterflies of autumn

      whirl lying to the road

      yellow butterflies of autumn

      who is to blame?

      Yellow butterflies of autumn

      they are so shelterless and fragile

      yellow butterflies of autumn

      are summer foliage lights

      yellow butterflies of autumn

      now is their last flight

      yellow butterflies… yellow…

      and the autumn like the summer will pass by

      Autumn

      the autumn entered its right,

      washed paths with the rain.

      Foliage falls and whirls.

      The sky taken by tremor.

      In a morning the fog-elf

      hid the road from the sight.

      I’m like a random ghost

      step timidly along the puzzles.

      Nostaljia

      The nostaljia is a memory

      it is the memory about past things

      about the good and the happy

      and maybe about bad things

      The nostaljia it is the time

      that you cannot take back

      it went and run away

      like forgotten edem

      The nostaljia it is strings

      it is strings of past time

      they went and broken

      and only dream left.

      Thanks God for all, thanks God

      Thanks God for a new morning,

      Thanks God for every evening,

      Thanks God for the minute,

      Thanks God for faith and the eternity,

      Thanks God for every lesson,

      Thanks God for mercy and pain,

      Thanks God for i’m not alone,

      Thanks God for my Angel is near me.

      Thanks God for new meetings,

      Thanks God for old friends,

      Thanks God for the time treat us,

      Thanks God for we are together with Him

      Thanks God for all, thanks God.

      Tolerate my heart and to be humble.

      Thanks God for life road

      That i had.

      And i go and go,

      In a fussy and worried day.

      Thanks God for the happiness

      Just live and love the moment.

      “CHRISTMAS!”

      Like a miracle comes His Nativity!

      Once again He is born, our Savior!

      Of the planet the entity trembles,

      And the greatest of joys comes to happen!

      Of the planet the entity trembles,

      And the greatest of joys comes to happen!

      Christmas! Christmas! I believe,

      Our Savior has come, He is here!

      Once again in the crib there’s a child;

      Among oxen & sheep, right above him

      To God Maria is praying in sacred quiet.

      Here the kings with great gifts are coming!

      To God she is praying in sacred quiet

      Here the kings with great gifts are coming!

      Christmas! Christmas! I believe,

      Our Savior has come, He is here!

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