A lonely crumpled cloud. Poems

A collection of poems by Leonid the Night “Lonely Mad Cloud”-piercing lyric revelations, sensual and contemplative, philosophical or compassionate, but always very sincere.
Poetic lines are imbued with the integrity of romantic perception and spiritual purity, which has not ossified in life storms, open to all good, with faith in happiness and true love in our strange and cruel world.
We need to live in such a way that do not be afraid of people to look into the eyes, and a step towards a dream is always better than a jump into an unloved world. /Anton Tarasov/

“When a trembling makes your body, / when the bones pierces the cold, /
Chop yourself first of all: / cover another ... / /
And for that I woke up not on time, / Bombing the wrist with a pulse, /
so that, by freezing, drink a sip / disarming happiness ...