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I wanna be Venitian gondolier – poetry and fine art. Александр ГлуховЧитать онлайн книгу.

I wanna be Venitian gondolier – poetry and fine art - Александр Глухов


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new beginning for the future

      …

            Hello darkness in the light

      We must stop breathing

      Thee stopped fight… yet

      I have vision in the dream

      Too many places in the night

      You must have been the last

      …

           Let’s go off the beaten track

      Yet live the life – forlorn path

      A bit snogging every night

      But yet I am – a lone knight

      In every parchment I am not

      The only snag is he was fled

      …

           I will be stranded – stay with me

      Just spare me – I am with Thee

      May you absolve of all my sins

      With due respect but I’m booze

      I’m feeling dizzy of affection

      You are forever my perfection

      …

           The lot is cast, it’s mine affection

      Rough diamond – hot perfection

      A lucky beggar, dance with me

      By little and little we’ll be free

      It’s new departure be full of glee

      The breeze alone, gone with thee

      …

           Let’s go indoors to breathe again

      What did you love me for in vain

      Yet poignant story of affection

      A fair-weather friend indeed

      And early days of youth is gone

      The die is thrown – you go away

      …

           Play the dickens in my mind

      Hear the Silence every morning

      Day and night and all day long

      Go back home but door is locked

      I am thirsty – you my fate

      Light to light but it’s too late

      …

           Hello Breeze, let’s break the ice

      Who blows the horn in the night

      I walk up hill and down dale there

      The stars are dancing everywhere

      I’ll catch a glimpse of you again

      There is no joy without alloy

      …

            Light path – yet we are apart

      Let’s find each other in a dream

      It’s silly of me to fell in love to ye

      Yet ’tis a whisper thru the breeze

      We gaze intently in the future

      And never ever see the fates…

      Aleksandr Glukhov. The eyes of old age.

      …

           I only feel your beating heart

      And contemplate the vision

      This light in memory in bliss

      I never see beloved beauty

      Black rings we must put on

      Till last of the day I think of ye

      …

           One of the voices inside heart

      As fast as a hare I must run, yet

      At haphazard I’ve seen you

      Beyond the sea I lived with you

      There will be triumph and ecstasy

      But hunting for longer without ye

      …

           Forehead to forehead and a kiss

      We wanna take control of time

      Thee disappeared from my sight

      Let’s fly across the sky together

      Do for oneself and kiss again

      Through happy glee we’ll die…

      …

           Ever since you are is gone forever

      There is a time of pensive days

      But we still fight for lovely dream

      Amongst the warmongers I live

      So much a shower of rain all day

      There is no kiss with love again

      Aleksandr Glukhov. Composition 2070 or a white abyss.

      …

           If you dance you must sing songs

      There is no will, there is no life

      Yet only zeal without light of ye

      You shall learn howl in the night

      And dream and sleep again…

             We gonna stride in reverie

      …

            Together we are sweetly yawning

      Stretching, kissing so much love

      Yet night is long… with passion

      You’ve got much lust for beguin

      Yummy dream – eternal friends

      So hot obsession but apart…

      …

            Attractive heart inside your eyes

      There is no love for my affection

      Beside the Milky Way I dream

      Ye are so simple – my perfection

      There is myself of many, only one

      But there’re of many, lives apart…

      …

           All lights was torn apart by ye

      You have come down to me

      Far from the deepest ancient

      I was put into silence of the dark

      Tough times have come

      And I must drive to nowhere

      …

           I didn’t taste much of your dream

      Two hot affections must be one

      Your heated glance wants fire

      Too


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