Дмитрий Алёхин – Jolly Poems (страница 3)

Some words are short, some words are long,

Some fit my mouth like a good song.

I mix them up from time to time,

But that's okay, it's not a crime.

I learn a verb, I learn a noun,

I build my house from the ground.

One day I'll speak with ease and grace,

But for now, I love this space.

Old Shoes

These shoes have walked a hundred streets,

They know the mud, they know the heat.

They are not new, they are not bright,

But they have held me in the night.

I put them on and tie the lace,

And step into the world’s wide space.

With every step, I leave a mark,

A little light inside the dark.

The Art of Doing Nothing

I lie upon the grass so green,

And watch the shapes the clouds have been.

A dragon, then a boat, a whale,

I let my busy mind grow stale.

No phone, no screen, no rush, no plan,

Just me and grass and sky and land.

To do the nothing takes some skill,

It lets the heart be warm and still.

The Small Kindness

You held the door, you let me go,

A tiny thing, but this I know:

It took two seconds from your day,

But chased the darkest clouds away.

A smile, a nod, a gentle word,

The sweetest sound I've ever heard.

It costs no money, takes no time,

A little kindness feels like rhyme.

Rain on the Roof

The drops are dancing on the top,

A steady sound that makes me stop.

The world outside is wet and grey,

But I am warm in my own way.

A blanket soft, a pillow near,

No need to fight, no need to fear.

The rain will pass, the sun will shine,

But for this hour, this peace is mine.

My Hands

My hands can hold a cup of tea,

Can open books and set them free.

Can tie a shoe, can pet a cat,

Can draw a bird or chase a rat.

They are not perfect, not so strong,

But they have held me all along.

They wave hello, they wave goodbye,

They point to clouds up in the sky.

The Library Quiet

The room is still, the lights are low,

The books sit in a gentle row.

Each spine has got a tale inside,

A secret that it wants to hide.

I pull one out and start to read,

A different world, a different seed.

I travel far without a car,

The library quiet is my star.

Sunday Morning

No alarm, no rush, no race,

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