Philosophy of Love. V. Speys
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The fragrance of its finest:
– Give, give him days
And the world will be more beautiful, yours.
In the sky, the stars will shed rays
Over the calm expanse of the sea.
And in the depths of its depths
They sink into eternity, arguing over time.
Dew will fall on the foliage.
Flashing colorful game.
And tears spill over
With petals dropped by Love.
The breezes shepherd
A shepherd breeze appeared.
Breakers – flocks of waves drove.
The sun’s disk suddenly went out,
For a huge cloud of black rose.
Dark blue water.
From the depths of the green mist of spray,
Imprinted wave tracks,
Scattered on the ledge spray.
Our shepherd whistled here in a pipe,
Lightning hit the waves.
The thunderbolt of thunder boomed
And the breezes rushed ashore himself.
Lightning in the game
Yesterday evening
Away from the horizon.
Blackened cloud with lightning in the game,
To the sea going down from the sky.
Love!
And you appear in the sky
Warm magic is warmed.
The constellation cloak is dressed
You shine life light.
“I’m here, find me!”
– In the glow of galaxies clusters?
Or in the thousands of sun links?
Or is it in the wind of the sea?
But life runs like the sun.
And see its sunset.
And there are no patches among the senses,
Love! But life will create Love again…
The sea was splashing around the stones
Splashing sea at the stones
Throwing oil blend.
And the beach seemed like a trap
Sand with fuel oil suspension.
There was silence all around.
Coastal pebbles only.
And the noise of the surf only,
Called and cried, like a child.
He called people to him
Enter the expanses of the sea:
– Go swim, jump in me,
In a wave game arguing.
But no people, deserted beach.
Call that one listens to the mushrooms,
Beds, lonely ridge,
Frowning eyebrows-blocks.
He remembers the noise of the fun days.
Transparent waves game.
And this sandy beach.
A crowd of people and day dawn.
When the sparkling star
The sun’s ray in the waves fell.
And sprinkling a golden spark,
In the abyss has become.
But the proud sun has risen.
Waved from a height
Spreading a bright wing,
Frozen in the beauty of beauty.
And the brave ray has reached the bottom.
He lit the sand.
In the radiance of gold, flashing,
And the sun for a captive.
But remembers Ridge another sunrise.
In the black oil slime beach.
And there is no longer clear waters,
And in the waves of muddies swash.
I see mountains of green beauty
I see mountains of green beauty.
Motley wild rose bushes,
He broke the tent under the height,
And the blackthorn has grown nearby.
Crevice notch wrinkles,
Gorges mountain blue.
Weave the face of gray peaks
In the elemental current of anger.
In the unrestrained snatch of the swamps.
And in the explosion cataclysm,
Formed a chain of vertices
And the clouds above