Joy

Alexander Samoilenko 4

Hello and parading,

without choosing words,

joy bursts into people

ringing like a bowstring.

Spinning with flakes of laughter,

flame flies over the ashes

and from each other, like an echo, joy springs like an arrow.

In the same place as the arrows of Cupid

blown into the distance by the breeze,

adults rush about gloomily,

children laugh secretly.

Joy will go to the children

and attacks them...

(We don't burn and we don't shine,

leaving them alone.)

Childhood is all about fun.

In youth - laughter flows like a river.

But unsuccessful alloys

worse than an old woman with a stick...

Let's screw ourselves over

shot from around the corner.

Looks like a walking corpse

the joy has gone from life.

How much do you need to think about?

and sort through, wash,

to get out of the hold of life, as if from a prison.

To avoid cracking the seeds...

It’s better to dig the beds, explosively and sharply

joy burst in again.

So that you spend tirelessly,

without choosing words,

joy jumped into my heart

ringing like a bowstring.