A bunch of short verses

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.