hilosophy of Love
V. Speys
© V. Speys, 2022
ISBN 978-5-0059-4200-5
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Philosophy of Love
The sunset was running in a wavy, slow river.
Through its yellow light streamed
Your image is golden…
Unshared Love
Quiet, ingratiating walking
The night is filled with you,
The street has passed.
Morning, the light dawn,
Radiant play
Following led.
The day went on with a clear light.
And a beam of amber dressed,
Shone with fire.
Only you are not with me
Do not be warmed by your love
Paints fade in it.
Moon Ray
Moon foliage silvered
And Ray, casually dropping,
The young girl, has forgotten
Illuminating the window.
And Ray Selena, surprised,
Struck by young beauty,
Froze in amazement,
Admiring virgin’s nudity.
The moon, his casting, having committed,
In heaven, among the stars fell asleep.
Shining mountain letting go,
Ray, asleep granny.
And the Ray, suddenly, felt the force
Radiance brilliance and beauty.
Think of myself, as the Moon,
As an important page in height.
And the girl dreamed of a prince,
Battled by virgin nudity
To the Persians, bowing down.
His own, touching the beauty…
Moonlight Sonata
A warm evening floats towards sunset,
In a gray haze doze home.
And silently sings sonata
The setting Day of Silence.
Outside the window the ocean shines,
The moon spreads fairy tale.
Through the rays arises, sculpted,
An image of a pretty woman, a wave.
The windows of the room are translucent.
A light shadow slides the moon.
And mysteriously, strangely, mysteriously.
In the moonlight she appeared…
Already standing before me shyly,
A look sad at the drooping.
The golden Wavy hair are loose,
Soft curls gentle motive.
The night replaced the sunset
Already in the shine the moon, sleeps at home.
Only, barely audible, sings the sonata
Moon tale Silence.
Your image is golden…
The transparent sky burns,
On tapes of clouds, gold, throws.
Crystal yellow leaf.
The sunset, dimming, fades away…
My beautiful, shy,
You bare my shoulder.
Light up pearl shine…
A smooth hand touched
The waves of the body…
And, startled, you are tense.
The waves through the fabric are translucent,
Sigh gently under the canvas.
And anxiously, in a fit of passionate,
Impatiently ripped off he…
So before me, in the twilight,
Wavy, slow river, sunset was running.
Through its yellow light streamed
Your image is golden.
Above the fast run of vernal waters
Above the fast run of vernal waters,
Already buds blossomed.
The trees a slender arch,
On the branches of small leaves.
The moon in the silence of the night stands.
Haystacks cast shadows.
The river glitters in its rays
A wave of foam is full.
And is a girl in the waves of the river
Frolicking, as fish slid,
Foam in them, the wave drove.
Over
