Here is a "small handful" of poems by Sasha - they are surprisingly in harmony with its deep poetic pictorial works
Dragged the beast ...
Dragged the bloody trail ...
Lean dogs
Shrill barking
On the trail ...
Today ... Tuesday ...
We shouted song ...
Today ...
Quietly accompany Wednesday ...
And the sounds of noise ... and the rest ...
I feel bad sitting ... bad standing ...
I love snow ... but no snow ...
Ask a question ...
And what's the answer ...
And the sounds of noise ...
And with the rustle of the clouds ...
I tormented my mind ...
Ask a question ... and the rest ...
One take off ... put on another ...
Circling bee ...
I drink tea ...
August ...
At the edge of the saucer ...
Honey-yellow juice ...
Legs trembled ...
Hands crushed tablecloth ...
Shot up a shadow ...
And they went over the threshold ...
Leaves floated
Yellow
Piercing the air ...
On the first day ...
In their orange braid
Intertwined crimson shade ...
And in the second day ...
When the ground
Poured pure blue light ...
I enthusiastically tried on
... Green felt beret ...
Underground Noise
From the middle of ...
And the roar and howling of dogs ... ...
The rustling of the ice
And the creaking of the porch ...
And the wind whispers dark ...
I stand in silence ... ...
Gain experience ...
I want ...
Four subjects ...
Four degrees of summer ...
Brown ...
Black ...
And Grey ...
Hideously white ...
I want ...
Four piece ...
Two dresses ...
Hairpin ...
And the tape ...
Sandals of leather dragon ...
And on the icon of the cardboard ...
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