Here some of my poetry.

Моя родимая земля,
Покрытая пушистым снегом,
И конь неторопливым бегом
Считает звонко тополя.
Метелями укутан дом,
Сквозь черепицу пробираясь,
Дым, дивным смехом заливаясь,
Глотает свежий воздух ртом.
Такой красивый, незабвенный
Берез пугливых край. Дорог
Полотна я стерег,
Усталый, но счастливый пленный.
Спасибо за Россию, Бог.

We loved to distraction... The music of kissing
Has brought us abstraction and sharp pain of missing.

Becoming delirious with love, we depended
On something mysterious, fiery, blended.

We felt the pulsations of active volcanoes,
Engraved decorations of marvellous cameous.

We casted our hearts into something united,
Unbreakable parts so invisibly guided.

We drowned in the oceans of dormant desire
Of our emotions. They burnt like a fire.

Impassioned, impatient, we pushed our feeling
To latent frustration in literal meaning.

The crossroads, the puzzles, the world of confusion...
We built our castles of dubious fusion.

We lived for each other, the Moon and the Sun.
And I didn't notice: your feelings had gone.

Indifference, silence... How deeply it hurts,
The worst type of violence - the violence of words.

I'll just have to cancel what used to be WE,
Some paper, a pencil: it's now YOU and ME.