Александр Глухов
A bunch of short verses
I am Alexander Glukhov. My nom de plume is Leonardo.
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Thee shot an arrow into the broken heart
To who you’ll send my amatory message
Thy carnal essence languishes in drought
Thine entity is yearning thoroughly for love
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A host of lusty spirits swept into your ache
They will never return but it is only the play
Through victorious odour, scent his leas
And e’en more interesting speaking with…
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Thoughtless by nature, will I wanna to be
Like a wildest savage with vigor and vim
Sweet lust is so sweetest on attic on high
Good morrow came…shall I do it with sorrow
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To plough on through spanking clouds
One heart’s love seldom needs your void
Amongst thy beauty foliage expansion
I am quite weak but I’m so that is that
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Dead not twitter – bird – I’ve seen on path
‘tis only ebony – goeth overwhelmingly into
Thru darkness we will fly into the blue
He who – you, my lone, my secret benefactor
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Alexander Glukhov. Leonardo Medichi (self-portrait). 2019.
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In doubt… – whether I shall…wait
By love, by night, by sea we’ll steer ship
And waived immunity in order fall in art
There is an affair d’amour – a vale of woe
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Not one…amongst the host of dreamers
Such poignant scent is kissing hand to me
And overwhelming happiness and glee
Thine breeze yet whispering inside of me
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Against the wanton principles of soul
A lot of times we wanna be obey
And thinking deeply through the gale
And speaking silently all day…
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Let nature be your man against your wish
Upon my heart – I see the only flower on Earth
Such deep attachment – I am living yet
At once do touch your destiny with me
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My humble hut – without Thee
Be bold as brass and devil lurks behind
In cloudland we will be dream apart
A native club of cock-and-hen-on mind
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I’ll throw myself on knees before Your essence
However…time was fled away to bliss
And stay away in arms of Morpheus forever
For often in the rain I miss you so much
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Among the living-wild-wicked beasts
I’ve had a dream of many sweetest lovers
Put on red cap – with only nature’s garb
Yet I am free – don’t care human hubris
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We’ve never to be cuddled up together
The fittest creatures only live
I shall see blue light – through the distance
Sometimes we kiss, we love, we – thieves
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All nights as such as this he sleeps
There are much poppies often grow
Thee so young – you are the best
We wanna cuddle up together – lone…
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In vain cursed-gypsy woman came
Through tangled art her spells away
My truthful friends are breeze and blue
But they forbid them go through
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These ancient deeds completely stuck in you
Yet vicious mind – such beauty with affection
The swollen buds in every spring
Thine brilliant sun in lust vertigo…
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The past away – into the nothingness directly
We’ll go for a stroll at dawn
Yet breeze is gone away forever
As if the snowdrops in children’s dream
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Excessively handsome and so much beauty
And I hide tears from the light
You’ve been forgotten in the days of yore
Me gimcrack sepulture forsaken
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To Prague with you I’ll walk on foot
Left all – we shall be lucky beggars
To feed each other every meal
Look at the stars together…pleasure
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I don’t speak French inside night dream
Thru depth of darkness in the land of Nod
Blue roses live – without any thorn
A host of shamrocks only at my feet
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One of the handwritten pages of this collection of verses. The initial version.
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Not see me at all through vertigo dancing
Thy thoughts are floating thru storm
But both of us are naughty-frenzied gale
I wander as breeze like lovely reverie
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No passing when it’s raining for so long
The lone path is going on and on
Through wild mind – via vicious temper
I doubt that you very wistful man…
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As long as light in you – without way
I try endure being far away from you
Such miserable hope – I see you
But yet I am I am with you…
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Outwardly I am calm and wild and strange
Pro tempore yet indwelling in our lives
I wanna save the vital spark myself
At once they see ignes fatui dancing
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None so cute as you amongst ashes
To whom…thou blowest smoke rings
From now on I always thank so muchly
But deadly time bid both of us – adieu
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Meanwhile I am stately strolling into…
Lethargy of thought – so many simple joys
I shall be striding over trees and fields
And always get inhale and exhale much
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Onward into the dream to land of Nod
And every night I want to walk abroad
Beneath the never-ending blue
He has been hibernating on with you
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By pristine law Thee heart – in Art
Cold kiss is colder than the icy air
In arms of Morpheus we’ll sleep again
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
The only lovely passion slept in labyrinth
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Who crowned thee with rue tonight
I feel heartsore continuing in Russia
Be full of glee with flowers and trees
Yet I forsook who put a hex on me…
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She’s not a connoisseur of ancient art
Against your will the clouds roll above
Through pristine dream into the grey of you
There’re no thoughts when look in blue
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Black gale storm – too many wicked lads
A host of flowers are dancing, do not stop
To live means struggle hard with shadows
Of love within much passionate affection
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Wherever I’m roving amidst the beauty stars
Enthralled by nature – why cold in you so far
For what we had trodden a path into pain
We weep out heart with stone in vain
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My hopes are away into the wild dream
The green and blue all over are truth
They whisper silent through my pain
I hike around lake with emptiness
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The stunning silence was heard crossing
Amongst the emptiness is only pang
Who walking inwardly inside beauty
Who never ever tasted those milky path
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A. Glukhov. Self-portrait. 2018. Collection of Blagodatov in St. Petersburg.
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Whet only one desire to investigate a dream
Upon my heart there is no scintilla of truth
Into the black sky spangled with blue stars
May morning dew is no colder than you are
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Self is never ploughed forth alone outdid
All others through infighting in his dream
Yet pensive reveries stay in the throes
Tormenting sight still goes on thru sleep
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The rainbow lights – switch on for you
Yet being kissed you stampeded into…
The stealthy haven within your lovely truth
But better die sweetly sleeping to doss out
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Danced on the edge of Milky Way for Thee
I am breathing deeply in and out at full glee
And looked upon the bubbling greyness
Away to place where I shall paint again
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There are not true friends on the Earth
And go into deepest vastness sky
I stare inward blue into the dark of you
In stunning still I will lie under blue…
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Am I a temporary dreamer in my life?
Thine beauty is inward perfection
Into the glee – I sweetly slept
Inside the thunder storm I shall be free
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Count a hundred then plunge into dream
Heart is no beating there is no life
With time all my hopes are going away
You are so beautiful but I am delay…
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Every beat of the heart echoes in pang
Who whispering a love into the ear
To say goodbye to spell adieu forever
These lives are full of sore affection
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You’d understand these pensive eyes
By whom is got forgotten pleasure
Am I the only just continuing in leisure
And dance vertigo – thee and me
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On the qui vive to see his over…sleep
Heart-to-heart talking thru a slumber
There is just one broken quill left
And fell into the reverie into an abysm
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Nothing has been done to halt the time
In days of yore when we departed
And had been roving in every dream apart
I’ll get a rueful smile in the night
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Nature wails over dead thru wind
Am I in beauty wading through the frost
But let us go into morning love
For who the bells are no tolling at the dusk
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Who steals a glance at you tonight
I do not speak much French alack
Such beauty black inflamed sore heart
A broken fiddle talks no more
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Attached by past…and long for music
All vanished out of the sight – all fled away
And deep affection withered with Him
There is a life still glimmering in forest
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A breeze stopped blowing in the gale
Along the pathless space I dream
Yet longing through one silent song
Give me your garment – we are free
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What is the bliss of pleasure up so high
There’re no paths along the lovely track
Made in of ancient-stunning passion
But toxic blood issues from veins
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Oh, mighty Venice, there are no life in you
All gone away into the nothingness of yore
We are departed – living lone lives
I shall not know you – you will not know me
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Cold glance of yours is colder than cold ice
A pack of beard gods in front of ye
Amongst sweet smoke – lewd music
The longest kiss – the wild rampage
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Such a disaster flash…we will be loved
Ahead of time he marches in affection
Your hope disappears in the slumber
Through longest sleep without kiss
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Your beauty coming to the air depicted
Many mottoes on rakish heart
Who’s screaming silently with heartache
And ran exhausted quietude in dream
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Return my lust which fled away so far
Eternal passion goes to the throes
I’m dancing like an ardent geek
The leaden clouds under blanket
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Waft me to Thee – the breath of freshness
I feel the air coming through the heath
All spinning, rolling go up with breeze
And howling gale want to dancing only
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The only path of many – rainbow and love
The lives are precious – azure-blue in skies
A wind my friend is blowing with love
And solemnly on knees I’ll take your star
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‘twas honey pleasure – trees are friends
Within the latent gray in early morning
With whom you whisper in the storm
Forsaken past with frozen air…
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Such sweetest touch, such simple deeds
There was neither passion nor affection
But you are none – and acute in intra vitam
I’m running through the sepulcher when sleep
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A. Glukhov. The tree. 1990. The Blagodatov collection in St. Petersburg.
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Too scrawny beasts have frozen hearts
A vale of woe in your eyes I’ve seen
With vim and vigour I shall run to you
There are much trees and no you…
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Along the street a secret path to Thee
I’ll gaze at vapor – quiet silhouette afar
The strangers talk and one night kiss
Due silver knight I’ve got much bliss
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Whither are you drifting lightly Light
The stunning silence hiding in the night
We fled so fast away like a whiff
Till death I shall be keeping snow bliss
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Again you’ll see beloved object sleeping
Hard squeeze and lightest, longest tig
It will be cute and waiting one light kiss
We’ll be exhausted…lying on the beach
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Come to that place a pack of wild wolves
They want to do so many furious attacks
And we are dying from disastrous fatigue
They’ll give us free and cozy beds
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Be live…and do the best your own way
And there is neither sense of joy or blue
Perfection I have seen no more
The trees are pensive in the breeze
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At royal ball we’ll dance together lonely
Could I control the weather light
Once in a while when we’ll get a glee
What is the depth of falling into blue
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Only the breeze is kissed approaching
The humble solitude in lone heart
He’ll open the sepulture again
And I have got long hike alack a day
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Hard heart was falling in two parts
And covered with pensive blue in hot
But why a silver hidden inside black
The boiling point I’ll go paint
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Whoever we are but departed forever
Hurricane coming, I shall go with you
But heart beating lonely – you are afar
Of what are you thinking alone?
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So juicy grass behind my scrawny back
Amongst the clouds many stars I’ve seen
Two lads speak to each other lovely
She feels affection dying in the breeze…
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Two nights I stare thru in black alone
Without you I speak with pensive blue
I summoned up the strength of gods
Above the clouds are my Lord
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Grey clouds are departed crying lonely
Do cudgel bubbling clouds every week
Your spirit disappears too much quickly
He kneels on pulpy grass with Thee
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Do breathe I’ll catch thine whiff again
Sweet milky breeze I see your heart
I saw your boat approaching to light-hut
I gazed into your eyes, such salty sweet
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Not knowing when I come to you
To kiss each other on royal couch
May I doss out at your feet today
I am longing for forgotten meeting
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What brutal device is waiting for your lust
Forsaken memories are dwelling there
But martial nature struggles in his heart
Our wealth was hidden in the past…
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There is no man amongst the silent trees
To whom you whisper in the forest
Come to get twisting palm to palm again
Do stare at the pendulum of morning
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As it was getting light I’ll hide in darkness
I can’t approach to your hermitage
Into the sweetest sleep I know
With azure-white I disappear in a day
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Past pang is cold but colder than the ache
Into the many torrid hearts in days of yore
To fell in slumber through affection glee
But I am loved in tiny lights of Thee
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Halt time I couldn’t stop that moment yet
Wrung heart that given up without shot
By quiet darkness shall I find amongst
The hordes of ghosts and your soul at last
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A. Glukhov. Self-portrait. 2019.
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Thine breath shall come to my breathe in
There is a whiff inside my stormy gale
And vernal breeze is pushing hard my back
A punch a host of stars – my anvil smith
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I saw a realm inside your sentimental mind
And long black dog was sweetly slept apart
Sore heart such vulnerable – stopping beat
However time is up and don’t repeat again
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Don’t wait your fate but go forth alone
And bitter tears choke you again
Too much beloved heart was broken
I see blue sky inside your eyes
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Do touch your youth in many nights
Across a silver stream we’d waded into
The endless vast expanse – you are so blue
Do I still tilt at windmills – miss you so much
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A host of tiny lights are whispering apart
The hearts are crying…speeches broken
His doggie had been sitting nearby
Such lone lachrymation in my heart
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Are you a handsome lad or pretty lady now
Why early dream impatiently wants come
Shy glance…I’d cast into your pang
A pack of shaggy monkeys stare everywhere
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The azure diamonds – handing on the sky
Blue sphere trembling in forgotten space
Of yore is waiting you with zeal
And wistful dandelions never meet again
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The shaggy fields are stretching everywhere
A sweaty smell attracts like ardent spring
In distance scrawny silhouette appeared
But passage of the green away afar
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Of what are we thinking in silent of night
As you I’m seeking the star thru the light
Why broken creatures still live on the Earth
But sooner or later the aching will gone
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Into the blue I have seen lone hearts
Thru the whiff of lazy breeze…I see you
That’s why I can hardly stand it the pain
And thou breath…the lives full of pang
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Did he go down to the angel’s tomb?
Yet freshness covered mossy stones
Thru early morning brume I am walking
And lichen struggles with the shaggy grass
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A heart to heart in vernal flatus dancing
Let’s chop the strawberry with milky way
Who stood amongst the stunning fences
Which wrought by wicked spirit for a pain
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Am I a noble knight of brush, but often
I use the words instead of rainbow paints
And every night I twitch that double moon
Two battlers wanna smash and smoking
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When sunny day shall come for you at last
You’ll do more better – my desire – dance
With autumn wind – such awkward minuet
And sudden craving for nocturnal smoke
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What heart hath lost on barren path that
Fading fast in front of vastness lowland
No more I wander off the course
In sweetie sweetness of my hollow
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Beware soldier – I am amongst the stars
Adieu the azure-blue, I will return at night
A lot of hearts are full of scarlet blood
Let dream – convert to pleasure into lust
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Dim smile always dwell among the trees
I’ll send you message through the breeze
Affection often left much-many scars
Come hither savages – I am afar…
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Why summer music fled away to Thee
And bitter taste of autumn will not pleasure
But missis winter comes without plea
In springtime sadness stares at my mopes
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Alack, there is no end of time had passed
Much never ending latitude of thoughts
French laissez-faire, freedom, ‘tis a nous
Let’s fight for liberty my torrid libertines
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Upheaval or recession boiled in the black
I’ve found youngest silhouette in glee
The hand takes hand and says…
Without any words – goodbye immortal lot
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How far are you going to stride to the dream
Perfection yet dwelling in azure above
Alack a day but duty goes first
For better deeds there is no vertigo kiss
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Do I lie lonely on morning-dewy grass?
He won’t make affection with your nature
Strange queue of pretty clouds look at you
They dances leisurely and feast without you
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For Thee I’ll hum so many sappy songs
And all day long I am lying under blue
But much more time without pleasure
‘tis nosey ladybird is staring at me…
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In rain I’m waiting for the fervent flame
Got any baccy…air tainted with odd smoke
A queue of queer little thoughts can’t stop
Till morning chimney has been drawing
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Four brutal blacksmiths spanking steel
There will be pleasant summer leisure
Across through azure abyss I shall fly
But salty sweat is in the air pleasure
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A. Glukhov. Drapery. 1990. The Blagodatov collection in St. Petersburg.
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Dark thunder storm of wicked rain
Half-broken heart beating but fatigue
Cold drizzle falling all day long
Much salty favor on the beach…
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Dim light I see on firmament above
Our hearts struggle very hard
The drollest dreams are melting fast
A blanket of the morning grass
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Ye thou hairy twigs there are so much
I fell on knees before the greatest trees
At last I touch the double moon
This night that never come again
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Short light I’m seeing and gale burst
All died but left that vertigo past
We shall not touch and won’t look upon
I lie – above the beauty dawn…
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A pair of drunken summer storms
Do craving for much yummy breath
Too many dents after the heavy blow
So many thoughts she went away
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Ignes fatui sing their melancholy song
The spunky lad is lying under tired sod
The earth ate heart but ashes still alive
To you thru sunny beam I run…
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Two wiry arms as strong as wild winds
His gale has been spanking dream
Through twisting dance I am with you
The ancient stamina and you and I
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Your torrid eyes I see through the time
An ardent knight is living in my heart
In May I’d met the idle lazy tree
With brutal vigor I am free…
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Dense forest calling me to Thee
Amongst the trees are pure rivers
I gaze and gaze inside the Dark
And no winds from now on at last
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I rubbed and rubbed the juicy grass
Be good to me in silent morning
Such mortal drugs in human veins
But human words hurt more than swords
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Much-many ladybirds were flying over head
I’d looked upon that summer field of past
On fingers had been sitting twelve at once
It was a memory but slowly still lasts…
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Upon my tomb yet snowflakes are falling
Last winter song in distance I’ve heard
I’ve no seen bright colors in blue light
A pensive truth for wintertime indeed
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But by the welkin, nature keeps the sooth
Again affection-passion in my dreams
A light through light in solitary gleam
I gotta drinking freshness of the air
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Thine paints are playing with each other
Much snow-flakes still whirling over heads
In pool they drown very promptly
And stars on water see His pain…
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There is a heart in golden cage and chains
Resplendence hid your raving beauty
Sore pang lacerated wild youth again
In pristine waters live your lone pain
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On cloud I’ve been sitting drinking tea
Beside the sea much sparkles disappear
Do wanna ride with me through space?
That’s why blue sky still living here…
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The dewy grass are talking with my feet
With passion I will run through morning
Why have no more the feeling in thy lore
With tea on moon I wanna to be sitting
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To whom to who I sang these songs
A lot of beauty – trees along
To left to right – forbidden chance
She smiles toughly – Love above
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As wild wind she’s sauntering with me
The sunset comes along the stormy sea
Two figures sitting on the beach apart
A cruel king will capture ardent hearts
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The stormy nature called on Him
I am with Him – nocturnal party
No doubt – pain still dwell with me
Lethargic trees – there are no tears
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A. Glukhov. Winter landscape. 1990. Kolobova's collection in St. Petersburg.
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Beyond the woods I won’t see His castle
Such picturesque attire thru the trees
Before the dream I’ll touch His hand
In sea of sins I’ll set my journey off
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With vim and vigor wild nature danced
Few silent speeches but without words
Black fields behind us – I am gone
Step forward it is our way…
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What is the virtue in the sky?
A light lit slightly…sun sets lento
Amongst the nature – beauty hue
Ignes fatui shining – not in you…
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His thoughts are scudding through the air
Right in the heart there is a nook for Art
Across the air bridge lies empty barren
And heathen love dwells in the vault
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I’d seen an ancient statue in my dream
Who are required me all nights?
And sees much tokens of death?
I had a saunter till the morning breeze
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But whither is fled the ardency of love
Her whiff of lust surmounts verdant wind
A horde of horses neighing not so far
Shall we abscond from sultry prison?
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Not far from home I shall wander
Forlorn stars will say goodbye
A lot of lovers meet in parting day
I wish to ride amongst the stars
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Let’s think in lonely with pain
Yet lie among the morning grass
Your forest – frozen in white
On Monday morning soar above
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Much time star’s searching for a friend
A hint of smile lives in dreaming
There are no more but two of them
To be so close to the azure heavens
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Cerulean sky and cobalt blue in eyes
The lights may meet sometimes someday
You may be changed but not again
A host of rolling clouds over there
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Yet light resplendence in the dance
Who hid blue sounds in the buds
You’d sought mysterious instinct
As felon vagabonds we love again
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Unfledged the youngest nom-de-plume
You like a feather floats in the sky
And wafting through the open air
We never love each other on the stage
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For heaven’s sake I overcome temptation
I shall be playing with the naughty Time
Thine slightest touch I never take it
I’ll catch it only in my dream…
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I wanna be befriend and shadow of you
I feel the impulse of your heart again
And every day I talk with silent trees
I’d come to Thee but little rather late
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Dull fields in winter whisper
All twigs are frozen today
I heard dim sounds only
The snowflakes are glistering in vain
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A. Glukhov. Self-portrait with horns. 2019. Kolobova collection in St. Petersburg.
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A silver thread was sewn by azure light
I won’t tell the truth next morning
At dawn we start to dance again
And listening to the howl music…
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Yet I am standing lonely on field
These days are nothingness for me
So many visionary precious…gone
Am I Thine lone stranger now?
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In slumber-land to Thee I blow breeze
So many birds keep flying lordly
In deepest forests they lit hearts
As madman we shall dance and dance
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One bird had brought to me a Message
The hugest vastness in Thine Dream
Who stands on cemetery yard?
Too late I came to thatched hut…
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We won’t stride together in this world
Thee cannot send a miserable message
Beneath the tree I’m listening your heart
I stroke grass with silent meditation
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In snow-land I live…I dream, I love
All nights he drifting…
Through the empty darkness…
There’re no thoughts in natural disaster
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All clad in blue and clouds slept above
Through slumber-land he flies so high
Oh, yes I know when I run to Thee…
Through simple beauties I’ll find you
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Gimmy your hand from Heavens dear Lord
I gotta fly…I wanna breathe…
Under the Sun arrange the royal feast
As simple lad I am going to Thee…
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How do you do, green blades of the grass
Wake up the sleeping birds and spirits
Who wants to slash my heart to pieces?
And dancing under raining waterfalls
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Much much more eating, dancing, drinking
And lovely music sounds all day long
Oh, ye, put modern garment on the legs
Allow me to dance with you midnight
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The Lords blew breezes through the lives
But I am lying on the morning grass
No regrets – you lying next to me
We are immortal due to ardent hearts
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Left Venice in midnight at twelve
No breath, no beating in my heart
Awaken day – my dear human beings
His pagan path will never ever trot
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Much air – misty dreams and breeze
And smoke clouds in the sleep
I won’t saint for you tonight again
Disheveled hair have been growing up
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Deep silence lying on the bed
Your flowers withering very lento
Why hope faded in my fate
I’ll fly over His shelter
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The pure air – he is a wind
Lit light in hearts – but why
So many – pensive thoughts
I lie among – the blades of grass
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A. Glukhov. Vase of time. 1989.
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There are much shadows in hearts
Oppressive thunder – deeply feeling
And hidden depths of ardent love
From whence I’ll fly over His shelter
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Oh, mighty nature full of vim and vigor
I’ll fend off thirsty for a time
He sought himself in past thru pictures
And fell in love with only starry night
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Although he’d heard His voice at night
The beauty begging you…delay!
Forgotten hermitage in slumber dreaming
They used to sing His heathen song again
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I’ve lost my heart along the Milky Way
Who’s hiding in the reed bed…why?
Egyptian spell was spoken by hermit
He dies at once but love still live in nights
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He is a breeze amongst the clouds
Such beauty blue I have not seen
You very thoughtful in the devil’s dream
A pair of pensive eyes you’ll see…
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Beside the little pond he’s sleeping
Oh,…protecting fairytale slumber
Till last gasp – his dream still lasting
Through wild breezes – the Light
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After rain the clouds walk away
Some hopes live – some dies indeed
There’re no whiff of ether anymore
The crimson lights of firmament…no more
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Two arrows are thrusting into sky
A frozen tree dies standing lento
And never play the forest music
He won’t win the toss and fly away
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In contemplation he has lost a part of heart
My pretty beard was the best or smart
And will become a soul of ancient statue
And slumbering in deepest dream tonight
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He’ll be enthroned in His realm
Primeval forest waiting Him tonight
Bizarre design He’ll weave all night
And no need to go with the crowds
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The heathens ventured into my heart
Are you inhabitant who’s dwelling here?
And has been bristling with the trees
The truth still soothing only simple lads
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Thine truth still dwelling over fields
Her heart breaks into smithereens
That’s why His Art inside my mind
The deepest abyss takes His Light
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Past never come again
They went away forever
Sore heart still aches
And much-much pang of pain
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Such freshness passed
Thru morning pure light
Whose heart had beaten?
Inside the ardent heart
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In dreams I’m lying on the morning grass
I’ll wet with dew and resting at your feet
And makes incursions on His wild Heart
Thee will remit my aching pain and sins
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A. Glukhov. A. Portrait. 2019. Kolobova's collection in St. Petersburg.
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Light darkness making friends sometimes
Beside the mountain I’ve seen a lone path
Be quiet , music will be soothing me again
Too much endeavours done it but too late
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Wars have been slaying many men
That’s why I want to be with you
And waiting happiness in desert
I’ll go from border to border in vain
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Have I turned to ancient statue?
Let me take last breath!
Woe to my heart – woe to me
Much strange and dark dread
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One Prince is ploughing over the sea
Wrung heart was filled with sorrow
Winds…winds dancing trough the breeze
There will be howling gale into dream
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Sometimes I wanna rest in coffin
In light I haven’t seen the light
Much time I am lying on the bed
Under the blanket dwelling paradise
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Truth deeply hidden in the heart
Today starts torture early
A lot of clouds – firmament above
The beauty stream I’ll see in mirror
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There ain’t no more much energy in spring
Don’t mind I lie beneath the tree
Who lit me up the way with candle?
Save me against from evil eyes!
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We shall be unfurling all banners today
The sword is unsheathed in the hand
What’s lurking in desperate mind?
Their hearts are always clad in black…
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Take heed the time when nature sleeping
They’ll have an hour’s doss the blue above
Don’t light the torches over night
Come toward me while I’m sleeping
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They say that raven is a sign of death
I’ll freeze in snow – dream and slumber
An ancient passion in the days of yore
Let it be bygones in my dreaming
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There is a film of dust of yore
I felt a little dizzy over there
Some things enticing anywhere
A steep way down to the heart
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The knight bestowed me His heart
He won’t aspire to the ancient throne
And wanna thaw in Venice for tonight
Don’t fade from memory forever
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Run round the lives again and again
But sudden sometimes glimpse…
I shall not overcome and pass away
We’ll fly through limbo to sweetest kiss
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His mighty heart…stop beating – flight
To whom I go via tangled light
Let’s pass thru air in the sky
But paunchy belly wanna eat…
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The summer breeze ignites your hazel eyes
Yet youth attracts hard gale in the heart
He puts the torture over and over again
And wandering…amongst in vain…
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A. Glukhov. Interior detail. 1990. Kolobova collection in St. Petersburg.
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Will I refresh myself in juicy foliage?
And am I standing on the dewy grass?
The light of sunny beams are disappeared
Such sweetest slumber in the dream
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Two birches dancing on the hill
Speak with each other – silence – peace
A whisper talking with the trees
But grass – vertigo in breeze…
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Why I see beauty in the sky?
You’ll find her tears in her heart
Above the clouds – hermitage
A frozen star – in breeze…
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Inside your hazel eyes I saw desire
You was beside the wall – we long apart
In cobalt-blue all thoughts away
We lacked the vigor in the chains
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Away away but I am drunk by Thee
Beloved breeze I love you so much
We’ll both see a golden-rose in glee
I’m a scrawny shepherd lying with ye
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Photo from 1980.
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You are my friend but I’m no friend for you
You are a knight with lonely pensive eyes
A bit you’ve lost your path – I am too late
You’ll live with light when I’ll die with pain
