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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His heart was withdrawn from sweet gale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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