I wanna be Venitian gondolier – poetry and fine art - страница 3

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And took the broken heart before

And never ever kiss so deeply

An endless pain – forlorn dreams

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     Won’t you fly with me thru dream

Midst the humans we are gray

We’ll be wiped from history forever

During the nights I’m not dreaming

Let’s light the candles in the dark

They live apart with leaden hearts

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     I brought you a heart in my dream

There are so many lasting woes

I have to hide my eyes from ye

Hearts trembling – solitude alone

But neither of us is not free

We are immortal – slaves of glee

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     More special memories of leisure

Together we had got a pleasure

Due only winds I talk with thee

So much affection – great despair

And we began these lives apart

Great Love – forever in the hearts

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     I always thought my past was gone

For so long I gazed and gazed in ye

This sweet affection and no more,

     But we grew up, but we the same

I whisper kiss thru breeze and air

It is no wonder love is no fading

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    Can’t feel my heart in misty dream

They’ll name the babies after me

I am so silent as though dying

I want to look into grey eyes

The two of you are happy, am I not

Yet I am crying – names forgot

Aleksandr Glukhov. Damnatio memoriae (The Curse of Memory) or Composition 2019.

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     I missed and missed seeing thee

You are the bringer of the light

I read and read of you too much

In any case they call him Lucifer

Preternatural deeds with much glee

Through the echoing story of me

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     Alone heart seethed over at last

In sooth I only need coy smile

Much, many snogging every time

Meanwhile, slightest beam of liar

Ride hard into the dream my bo

We will set off in the days of yore

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      Like Sun, like daffodils saw I

Yet I am standing on the Hill

Meet me inside alone wind

Along the path I see no more

Hello dandelions, friends

What are you doing in the night

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     Sad wistful eyes inside the dark

Which answers to ye heart alone

And I am no heir to your throne

Another choice – pass through

But what are you waiting for…?

From whence my hope run again

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     Who writes on water human lives

And talk through hat of heaven

Take tea with you via dreams

      Speak tete-a-tete in dark and light

Dead hours – the stars above

I’ll run under the yoke to ye…

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      What grass say me, yet whisper

Of silent story with your glee

I’ll give the light to whom I will

A heart to heart, it is one doom

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