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
