I wanna be Venitian gondolier – poetry and fine art - страница 4
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The breeze can sing to you alone
And hope remains inside my eyes
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One solitary mountain of gleam
Much staring into the distance
There is no way inside the light
Fleeting moment, happy glimpse
We do few steps in dark of dream
So little lore of love affection
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He might to be human – only not
We could not see the path of thee
If any soul will look upon of you
Yet never see the crown over hair
But blackness doesn’t change,
I’ve seen an only artificial sight…
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First kiss, then dream with ye
Yet pure loving is in slumber
I won’t taste that glee before
I’m no waiting beyond measure
He’s alone – love with pleasure
Not words, not deeds at all…
Aleksandr Glukhov. Impromptu by the departed
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Am I too much in love with thee
Tonight will light a light for me
We might be happy in affection
And living our lives apart, alack
A beauty passion – let it be
Yet heart is longing for ye much
…
Whether before or after
We met each other in the past
I feel befuddled by the kiss
I seek for pleasure every day
I won’t aspire after glory
I’d got a craving for a vision
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Such pleasant thing to me befell
I’ve got perfection – perfect kiss
Across the lea I ran with breeze
And night is nighing – come to me
Alack a day – the morning light
We have a jinx on you and me
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I must proclaim the morning nigh
The snow is melting I shall fly
With slow pace with leisured step
All over and over again I play
But lost the bet with you today
With ardent hope – gone away
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We are no fathoms deep in love
So lots and lots of dream of you
Omnium gatherum in feelings
Be on it to be one and only
Do play a waiting game like me
Take fancy, keep the breath with I
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Let dance with breeze
And tightly hug a dream
The trees so quiet lonely
And how long without ye
With many pensive voices
We go back to past apart
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We will be late to see this happy
You have invited me to thee
Yet I am feel a cruel deprivation
I won’t bear the loss of ye
However we feel love so keenly
But light is not attached to me
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Quaint way of thinking only real
Unleash the heat of youth desire
Bold flames of sunset with a kiss
And seethe with much of fire
Yet wanna get the craving rage
I sentenced you dream of me
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Waft me from day into the night
I’ve seen coy smile on your lips
And light of life depends on ye