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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