A bunch of short verses

My thoughts still wanton in the gale

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Yet must I fathom out…thee for myself

Insomuch that the sooth inside of me

And keep the deepest thoughts within

And glad – that I’m bewitched by you

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I stately way – he goes far away…

But silver water flows in the broken veins

I hear lone breeze…still blowing

And stunning vaulted blue – above…

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Thy longest light grew less and less

Through only solitary bliss with you

By tryly luck which had been hidden

But I am fathom deep in love till death

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Next time we shall be playing for a love

We shall be flying over sea so high

His ship was seen arriving to my sleep

We shall be standing in the nature’s garb

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Nay, I still live and lovely dancing

And badly hear – music conversation

She always sees the ship approaching

The empty path amongst the icy trees

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Let’s speak of something very lovely

On the lone beach – between two days

Your moon and sun I see no more

And both of us are fleetly itching for a love

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Aye…I wander into dream in hermitage

One tiny kiss can make you strange

Yet stranger than the rest in rainy breeze

Too yeasty waves are drifting into heart

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A. Glukhov. The last Fayum portrait. 2016.

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I’ll talk to you with cap of tea apart – so far

The vastness blue above I lie on beauty

And stars are looking straight at thee

Through azure ether – there are no pains

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A lot of lights are flickering into the blue

Inside the pure morning air – only bliss

And magic beatitude I feel in lone breeze

Through azure sky we’ll sleeping sweetly

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How world goes through the rolling clouds

Qui vive?…I wanna see a blue within a dark

Thru freshness of a green alone – Sun

Why dew of youth is lurking in the blood

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Over and over again a hope I have seen

That drifts along on sparkling Milky Way

There will be neither passion nor a glee

The only truth is blue above…and Thee

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When asked, I answered nay in vain

But…smouldering embers shall be a flame

Either quick do it at once or – draw away

A host of many bitterly wept in of yore

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For luck he’ll take it – for better or for worse

Why rude awakening inside your heart

I won’t depart this luscious life again

Into the latent-heathen shelter I’ll run

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In very deed we ride hell for leather

But they usually say – flesh for the morrow

In order to get into mess by midnight

In troth but she falls in and out of love

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My idol is the skin…and bones

So mote it be in frenzied deeds

Put heart in motion for passion

Do dash it hard to smithereens

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As if in graveyard dwelling throes

Yet no waking reveries and wailing dreams

Yet very lamentable music in my mind

Up to the sky into the freshness of the breath

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Breathe in – the brave – into the dream

Sweet Judas kiss – gives much kicks

He bothers completely the life out of me

But once again – be one – and only…

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An ancient silhouette I see within the trees

At hand your soul howling of many wolves

I’m going to the past in order see the beauty

We’ve broken creatures – crying with the pain

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Do twisting vertigo dance in the gale

Have taught many waves thru the Art

Through ragging and blistering sea

I shall implore Thee with tears in vain

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In flesh and blood – a flight of fancy

Yet wolfish glance – lupine in heart

A horde of wolves fix eyes on back

Look skyward up into sapphirine azure

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Neither pleasure nor love in cold fervour

Do don’t take the sweetest dream away

His heart was withdrawn from sweet gale

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