my verse : You are

my verse : You are

My verses by Altynshash Begenova 

translation from Russian language 19 August 2012, 20:37

 You are:

My snow - just head spins...

My rain - with friend rendez-vous

My wind - You are such wayward..

My sunlight - I’m so warmed by You

Sunrise ... - You miss and call

My cold - I easy breathe You

 Your eyes ... - Sometimes I recall

my verse: action

My verses by Altynshash Begenova , 9 Оctober 2011, 16:55 

Sunrise - to feel dared...

To open to a meeting of stream a good luck,

To love unselfishly,

To solve so was able -

The problems are granted for us by life?

Where is sense?

All meetings are granted from Heaven?

To love the perfection?

To love a disorder?

And in chaos to see - answers of riddles?

In harmony to be?

And to accept the world in yourself?

All are so individual and all are many-sided...

Grief, only, to forget...

To smile to destiny?

mes poèmes: Merci .... Monsieur - Paris, by Altynshash Begenova «My verses»

mes poèmes:

 Merci .... Monsieur - Paris

by Altynshash Begenova «My verses», 17 December 2012, 20:25

J'ai  ne sait pas Paris avant.....

Vous ramène l'âme moi!

  - Je peux sourire -

- J'ai cru en l'amour -

Merci .... Monsieur - Paris

Pour de bonnes personnes et les regards chauds,

Pour le bonheur de créer et pour les idées au bien,

       Pour.........  Je Vous connais.

My verse: August’s night

translation from Russian language

by  Altynshash Begenova «My verses» 15 January 2014, 13:30

What smells August's night?

May be apple flavor?

May be apple flavor in wine Your whirling head?

May be it smells an Autumn's love... 

Autumn's love with yellow leaf fall...

Yes, it smells an Autumn...

With warm breath is twining around You,

And of course You fall in love

Fall in love in a beauty of night, forgetting

That at home waiting... 

Waiting for You a long time

 and don't sleep,

The kettle is boiling at kitchen angrily,

Daisies don't want to smell,

And a soul opens to an anguish,

But You wish to going quickly rain...

A rain which violates the callousness...

May be an Autumn I'll find You

And

 Dahlia only its lush color odorless standing in a wind,

His red box of chocolates -

- All these sink into Past..