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
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