Philosophy of Love
V. Speys

© V. Speys, 2022

ISBN 978-5-0059-4200-5

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Philosophy of Love

The sunset was running in a wavy, slow river.

Through its yellow light streamed

Your image is golden…

Unshared Love

Quiet, ingratiating walking

The night is filled with you,

The street has passed.

Morning, the light dawn,

Radiant play

Following led.

The day went on with a clear light.

And a beam of amber dressed,

Shone with fire.

Only you are not with me

Do not be warmed by your love

Paints fade in it.

Moon Ray

Moon foliage silvered

And Ray, casually dropping,

The young girl, has forgotten

Illuminating the window.

And Ray Selena, surprised,

Struck by young beauty,

Froze in amazement,

Admiring virgin’s nudity.

The moon, his casting, having committed,

In heaven, among the stars fell asleep.

Shining mountain letting go,

Ray, asleep granny.

And the Ray, suddenly, felt the force

Radiance brilliance and beauty.

Think of myself, as the Moon,

As an important page in height.

And the girl dreamed of a prince,

Battled by virgin nudity

To the Persians, bowing down.

His own, touching the beauty…

Moonlight Sonata

A warm evening floats towards sunset,

In a gray haze doze home.

And silently sings sonata

The setting Day of Silence.

Outside the window the ocean shines,

The moon spreads fairy tale.

Through the rays arises, sculpted,

An image of a pretty woman, a wave.

The windows of the room are translucent.

A light shadow slides the moon.

And mysteriously, strangely, mysteriously.

In the moonlight she appeared…

Already standing before me shyly,

A look sad at the drooping.

The golden Wavy hair are loose,

Soft curls gentle motive.

The night replaced the sunset

Already in the shine the moon, sleeps at home.

Only, barely audible, sings the sonata

Moon tale Silence.

Your image is golden…

The transparent sky burns,

On tapes of clouds, gold, throws.

Crystal yellow leaf.

The sunset, dimming, fades away…

My beautiful, shy,

You bare my shoulder.

Light up pearl shine…

A smooth hand touched

The waves of the body…

And, startled, you are tense.

The waves through the fabric are translucent,

Sigh gently under the canvas.

And anxiously, in a fit of passionate,

Impatiently ripped off he…

So before me, in the twilight,

Wavy, slow river, sunset was running.

Through its yellow light streamed

Your image is golden.

Above the fast run of vernal waters

Above the fast run of vernal waters,

Already buds blossomed.

The trees a slender arch,

On the branches of small leaves.

The moon in the silence of the night stands.

Haystacks cast shadows.

The river glitters in its rays

A wave of foam is full.

And is a girl in the waves of the river

Frolicking, as fish slid,

Foam in them, the wave drove.

Over the waves the girl lifted,

Under the moon river caressed her.

Above the fast run of vernal waters,

Already buds blossomed.

And brighter than the moon’s sky,

Gentle early leaves.

You are no longer with me

In the depths of fast waters.

Only the memory of you sings:

– “You were once proud of her!

That girl in the waves of the river,

What fish slid with you,

That foam hid in them,

That dance with the wave drove…

You remember, wounded, behind her,

Cupid’s arrow in the heart,

Dived! Already near, with her!…

Do girls have a heart singing?!”

Oh! How beautiful was!

Spring, loose buds.

And the bank of the river is a cliff,

And the first love sprout.

I do not believe in myth

I do not believe in myth, no, I do not believe.

But, in reality, I met with you.

From my fairy tale you may be inspired.

I feel a breeze in the spring…

Even in the fields the grass was not green,

Another sprout did not come to life on the crowns.

And I saw everything in the green of the oak,

And I heard your singing voice.

I hear voice the spring,

I recognized him in the rustle of foliage.

From my fairy tale he may be inspired,

That light breeze from Spring.

I recognized you in everything

I recognized you in everything:

In the glow of the sun golden

In the exact harmony of birches,

In the crystal droplets of thunderstorms.

She lived only in the heart of reality

You sang, echoing the nightingale.

In the clear silence of the night

I met with you alone.

In the moonlight you came,

By the surface of the lake floated.

Canoe magical with Silence

They introduced with you to me.

But in the morning it was time.

The sky is already near dawn.

And the Night leaves us in a hurry,

And Canoe with you runs away.

Then I rush him.

I grab the prow… I stand alone.

I sometimes had a dream like that.

And so, I met with you.

And you only lived in it,

And I was lonely in the afternoon.

But by chance, in reality,

I recognize your myth in you.

That voice that rings in the creek.

Now I am attracted to you.

In the eye of the lake to look.

Dip your eyes in them.

Birch slender torso.

And you’re a hot kiss to,

May the world suddenly become a living myth

And the sun’s ray, your warmth.

And the sky with pure dawn.

And we met together with you…

Meet with Love, with you

I recognized you in everything:

In the glow of the sun in gold,

In the exact harmony of birches,

In the crystal droplets of dew.

But by chance, in reality,

I recognize your myth in you.

That voice that rings in the creek.

Now I am attracted to you.

In the eyes of the lake to look.

In the eyes, lakes drown.

Birch slender hug…

And a hot kiss to…

So that the World suddenly became a living myth,

And the sun’s ray, your warmth.

Like heaven, with a pure dawn,

Meet with Love, with you…

But still

Terrible, terrible Chimera boredom,

Worse than the solitude of the hand.

And yet there is no separation in the world,

A boredom grind flour.

And the beautiful world will flourish again

With the rising of the sun’s rays.

And the day will be replaced by a clear,

And the burning look of your eyes.

Rose smiled at dawn

Rosa smiled at dawn,

Like a girl, smile flower.

I saw her in the radiant light

In the caressing arms of the breeze.

Beads shone drops of dew

On delicate petals.

To myself lured branches, braids,

Curly curls leaf.

Quietly Ray, mischievous boy,

Sneaked up to Rosa and lit the dew.

On the neck of thin beads flashed,

Sorceress, giving beauty.

And before me arose from Rosa Fairy,

In her grandeur of pure beauty!

The smile of the flower, alley,

So smiled rose, like you.

Dawn in the forest

Morning fog lay down

In the lowlands and meadows.

Cool nights he kept

In fragrant sleeps stacks.

The forest over the river in silence froze,

Peaks of breathing.

And dusk through the woods wandered,

And the mystery was near.

Dawn in the forest caught me.

In the glow of gold,

Sunrise fire was already burning.

With the beam “spoke” then.

Here the beam touched the blue

And flooded the sky with light.

And the forest, waking from silence,

Suddenly, by singing birds he answered.

And finally, at his feet, he fell.

Trembling on the green grass.

The mist from the lowlands gray drove

And turned around in the afternoon fun.

Rain

Noisy Rain sings to me outside the window,

Lulling middle of the day, out of place:

– You forget the sweet dream…

And wets the leaves.

– Thou don’t flatter the to me rain,

Thou of fields of flowers and gardens,

To make them better bloom,

And in the gardens stood shoots.

But rain stubborn noisy pours

And the song is brought to the end.

What does he sing his song about?

Let everyone find the answer himself.

Butterfly

Butterfly flew into the window.

And beating in it, knocking on the glass.

Why rush her, because it is durable

And a century to him from the wings does not open.

Why strive for space,

Through a solid transparent barrier.

Isn’t it better to just settle your argument?

Finding in inaction delight.

Dream and believe in the best moment,

When the window itself suddenly opens.

In that near and far world,

In which you lived and crave to find yourself.

But all the same wonderful world of the glass.

The window itself will not open.

And the butterfly prefers to fall afterwards,

Now continues to fight!

Poplar

He was tall and slim and powerful.

Dropped foliage in the fall at times.

The spring ray caressed him warmly.

In winter, the crown was covered with snow.

He was a lighthouse in the distance.

As an obelisk was visible a mile away from the village.

And, flying past, cranes:

– Kurly! Kurly! – Shouted in his honor.

Sometimes we boast with childish pride:

– A hundred years to him! And it will be a hundred to stand!

But a pile of firewood suddenly appeared.

 And where is the poplar?! – Children do not understand. —

Early Autumn

Amber spilled over the foliage,

The trunks of the oak forests are blacker.

Transparent air. In the blue

The forest appears, and the distance is more visible.

And the yellow leaf trembles in the branches.

A gray crown, freezing’s birds.

Crown of trees covered frost.

Will warm, when spring comes.

The call sign with the name Romantic

The girl with beautiful eyes.

Looks from the depths of worlds.

Searches in the of a call sign at night,

Ray of his at the name Romantic.

There in the conglomerates, the placers of galaxies,

Where is this Earth there?

A call sign named Romantic,

Radio wave bears call…

He lives there with blue eyes,

What looks to the height with hope?

In search of a constellation, in the evenings,

Sends you Earthly silence.

The smell of honey herbs spring,

Light wind – kiss,

The leaves of the Earth’s forests in autumn,

And a wreath of rainy summer jets.

Olessya

Like a rare fairy tale, “Olessya!”

Sounds above the river, “Olessya!”

And in the sounds of the mysterious forest

I hear the name, Olessya.

In the singing brook is given.

And a song pours over the lake.

Over green grass and foliage:

“… Stay, stay with me…”

“… Olessya, Olessya, Olessya,

You look like violets of the forest …”

A bottomless resinous river

Hair waterfall veil

Falls on girlish shoulders,

Coquettish bang splashes

And covers his forehead with him.

“… Stay, stay with me…”

I hear in the sounds of spring

And the birds are spread by singing:

“… Olessya, Olessya, Olessya.

Like a fairy tale, like a miracle, like a song …”

To climb a frosty strand

A frosty strand

Early Autumn gray.

Memories, lake surface,

Spring comes up to me.

I look into her blue eyes

On a colorful wreath of hair.

Nightingales see nights

Among the interwoven heavy braids.

And whitens frosty strand

Memory of the night, farewell to that.

Floating above the dark surface

In the hair, gray strands.

Paradise

I love those drunk nights,

What is inhale with the aroma of silence.

And the grass in the meadows is thick,

And on the lake reeds.

Everything is familiar in the home side,

There the singing spring is noisy.

Then you went down the path

The look me, as now, beckons.

I forget you, you know, not in power,

Blue eyed tale me.

And the glade that I often see

There in our birch paradise.

I would forget this garden spring,

What do you remember with your color?

The roar of bees, the aroma of healing,

And your sparkling look.

I would forget this first autumn,

What broke my love.

Only memory has become gray,

I recognize you and myself in it paradise.

In a fit of a timid fairy tale Spring

Reddish groves of larches are empty.

And the voices of birds, migrants, choir

Sings. Trees listen naked

Spring a diverse voices bird.

Carpets, faded herbs dry

Spring laid a field and meadows.

And the sky looks with puddles blue eyes

On the gray hills of haystacks.

Clear air with smoky distances

With an invigorating freshness his drunk.

And strokes cheeks with gentle palms

And behind him in the trail beckons me.

And you go by the hand with the wind,

Inhaling the delicate scent of Spring.

And the world seems even more beautiful

In a fit of a timid fairy tale Spring.

Spring motifs

Cheerful rain pours warm

Runs in a stream, a water call.

And the cloud, the tambourine beats,

And him a shadow runs, plays the ground.

A wreath in the sky with a rainbow blooms,

Weave ribbon-lightning into braids.

And the wind sings a May song,

In the orchestra here, spring melodies.

Spring, as if the girl is leading her

On marital dance with thunder.

The earth gives flowers in dowry,

And the sky gives the rainbow color.

Three poplars

– Three poplars stood by the road

With a branchy crown, noisy foliage.

Dressed in green, clothes toga,

They were the guardians of the village in the spring.

Mats the sun with the first rays

Crowns welcoming sunrise.

And Morning hugged branches-hands

Notifying people of the day coming.

But to stand under the power of a hurricane

Not destined to mighty poplars!

That, lonely, at the road mound,

Birch sadly told people.

I do not understand you

I do not understand you.

My love words are empty to you.

But I have no control over myself,

And forget the familiar features.

Forget your familiar eyes.

Weeping willow – hair.

And the purity of the diamond,

Hot drops of your tears.

Forget the warmth of a caressing hand.

And the whiteness of a tender smile

And peach fluff cheeks,

And curls on the forehead negligent.

Forget you – forget the Spring.

And the smell of grass in the flowering summer.

But, feelings, surging wave,

I cannot forget, in a fit of light!

I will not forget

Hoping you wait,

What I will come to you,

What you tight hug,

And I will be happy.

But in vain do not cry,

Quiet in the bed sheet,

You will listen to night

Voice of vernal drops.

I won’t sing for you

I will not warm myself.

After all, my love is

I will not forget with you.

I will not forget an hour

Kiss hot.

Sheltered the night to us

Month the watchman was us.

Morning summer dawn

The sun poured us.

The day shone with warmth.

Quickly dried dew.

The sun poured us.

The day shone with warmth.

Intoxicated with beauty

Girl soft hair.

Autumn is drizzling

Autumn is drizzling

Small shot of rain.

In the puddles leaves warm,

In the gloom Sun.

The branches are bare stretch,

Wet five

Trying to grab

In the puddle the ray is golden.

But, in vain try

Jump into the cold water.

Scooped and deceived

No lively warmth.

And there are sad

Groves in a wet swell.

To the sky pulled away

Crowns of passionate pleading.

Sect larch slender

The trees will sing.

In the jets of the wind submissive

The sun will call in vain.

Will not warm autumn

By its gentle ray.

Only the spring sun

The cold will be driven away by.

Blizzard snowstorm

Move back to the snow.

Spring will let the outskirts of

Walk through the meadows.

Twisted fingers twigs

Will put foliage.

Puddles of mirror-saucer

Decorate yourself.

Star of Love

The sky is smoked by fog

Bright day veiled swarthy.

And the wound becomes sharper

Disturbed feelings of relatives.

Heart pain shrinks steeper,

And sad in half with the rain.

Remembering your singing voice,

Dissolved look in my heart.

We walk through the dairy garden

In the buzz of bees, in honey bloom.

The world has disappeared, only you are near

In the universe with you flying.

Here the space is wide open

Myriads of stars gives us:

– Choose any! Us!

– The one that burns brighter than the others!

We are flying in a petal blizzard,

Driving, glowing beam.

And we take it in warm hands,

Wearing on the edge of clouds.

Light white, stars rays,

Dazzle herbs flowers.

Small clouds, curly herd,

Steeped on the distillation.

And today remembering Spring,

I look at our Star,

But, in the gloomy sky of the region,

A cloud of darkness drew a line.

I want to create portraits

I want to create portraits.

To write portraits of pretty women.

To speak colors,

Shades, complementing tenderness.

To lines of bright beauty

Say beautiful: – You are beautiful!

For each face feature.

To write portraits the beauties of the world!

My heart

I take care of you

In my heart is sadness.

And, as a tribute, I guard,

The image of a cute.

Like your farewell,

May morning spring.

Do not float away with the breeze

With fluffy snow.

Let the year’s pass

Quietly sinks in space

But, your word: – Yes!

In white garden decoration.

In the vociferous forest,

In the bird choir spring.

In poplar fluffs,

In the spring breezes.

But your word: – Yes!

I did not hear like a song.

Only: – Never!

The word was the last.

I take care of you

In my heart is sadness.

And, as a tribute to the guard

The image is cute, farewell…

Sorcery love

Pretended to be in love

As a boy weaving words.

And I felt subjugated,

My head bowed to you.

Your knees embraced with passion.

But the hurricane dope passed.

I asked myself a simple question

In you, I found that?!

And you tried to marry me.

Threatened to get underground.

Believe me, I’m ready to strangle before

Then the days with you to pass!!!

With a dream near

Surrounding grove birch grove.

Fun song, bird’s chirps.

With a dream series created from dreams,

Come, ring the stream, sing, splash with water.

I look into the distance, the transparency of the field.

And clouds ridge above the horizon.

Inhaling the purity and aroma of the expanse…

Beyond the distance, and you, beyond the horizon.

Fog blindfolded

Fog blindfolded eyes.

Horizon for milky mist.

And the sky is pure turquoise,

Tightened white shroud.

Nature sleeps, drowned in the mist,

And the grove slumbers young.

And birds are a funny clan,

Sits on branches with feathers cocked.

In the spring of winter, the last breath

What a strange gray hair

Spring of Winter last breath.

On grassed green grass

Lay down white moss.

Snowflakes fall thick

Whirl in the morning dew.

Days, remembering gold,

Frosty blizzards in all its glory.

O, how beautiful the world is in love

O! How beautiful is the height of the earth?

With fields, rivers, and forest.

And then the blue seas,

Above the blue expanse of reach.

O! How beautiful the world is in love?

He looks different colors.

On the wings He soars Spring,

He sees with your eyes!

So much so that you suddenly forget everything.

Space, time, everything is alive.

And just beside You, my friend!

And I, filled with you…

You could argue with a myth

Pain, remember, that gray morning,

Drizzled gray rain.

Kissing cool, though

Wet trace remained in it.

I waited for you, arguing with the weather,

Warming under the canopy of birch trees.

But, the weather is not expected by the sea,

You have not warmed the hearts of dreams.

And stayed in me not come true.

In thoughts next to life gone.

And though the wound is covered with dust,

You could heal her.

You could argue with a myth.

And reality come into life,

But that morning, rainy drizzle,

Became a fortress on the way…

Nature’s lush beauty

Green forest, a huge house,

The trees live here, bushes.

And the sun light walks in it,

As a guest, who came from a height.

Dressed in gold rays,

He wanders, hides in the sheets

Plays, gallops between the branches,

Fluttering yellow Ptah.

In the clear air nectar

The trees spilled slender arch.

And the bird can be heard here bazaar,

And with a streamlet, a ringing chorus.

Nature’s lush beauty

Decorated this house.

Lures his purity

Forest plunge into it.

Transparent blue away

Transparent blue away.

And the day is lightening morning.

Redder than the Morning Dawn

Fire fever as if.

Filled the sky with fire.

The sun rose on the sky cool.

And having painted the clouds with amber,

Swept the brush like as if.

Painted a summer day,

Lake, swimming in a circle.

And the air was too lazy to paint

Add Summer to a blue friend.

Thoughts soar in the clouds

Thoughts soar in the clouds,

Cannot collect them either as?

Draft walks through the brain,

And the body is here, and the heart is there…

Three herringbones

Three herringbones stood under the window.

With green needles.

Grown on grass, green carpet.

Herringbones were friends with the wind and with us.

He hid in the prickles of the crown,

Attract to himself us branching struggle.

We often listened to moans the winds,

And often were running around herringbones.

I love you!

And again, we are young together,

We walk to school along the way.

Chestnuts to us, in frozen honor,

Foliage waving from a height.

The road seemed close

And the school is near really.

And I dreamed of going with you,

Slow down time at all.

And I wanted to fly with you

Over the world in the blue dawn.

And in the heart of singing, echoed:

– I love you! I love you!

I saw a wounded Birch

I saw a weeping Birch,

In the glow of the sun in gold,

Shimmering drops, tears,

Breaking in the thunderstorm wind.

Crown – spit branches

Bashfully shielding the body,

As the petals drop roses,

Windy leaves tore.

And the sun with a thundercloud,

Arguing with Thunder in the sky,

Did not notice the wind howling,

Birches, bent to the Earth.

But, soon, the dispute is resolved.

Having washed up with a Thundercloud,

Looked, the sun, letting the beam,

On the body of a chain in gold.

And where white skin is sheltered

Met a ray on the body birches.

The fracture gaped, oozing “blood.”

Sadness from the eyes do not sweep away…

Casual friend

I met you on the road

Fate entered your life.

By chance, as many see,

I found the ideal in you.

And we walked through life

Search your path.

And having passed through life,

Weed could not trample.

He climbed and pricked our feet.

Stir on the path to go.

And stones, like evil rapids,

We got in our way.

And now your twenty-eight

You decided to forget me.

To go straight,

In the course of life to sail.

What if the wind was blowing, so in the back?

And if the blizzard is swept,

Then hide in a warm valley,

Where the green carpet lay.

I won’t reproach you

My friend, is my love.

But hearts are deeply wounded,

It is better to get a wound in battle.

Sadness again

Sadness knocked on the window again.

She entered the house as an uninvited guest.

In the chair sat down, pulled the mirror.

Shook love in my heart in a handful.

– You know; I don’t love you.

I have long been different.

So, grimacing, teasing yourself,

Brought me words with you.

– My beloved, you look like that

What I loved for many years

Turned now into a dream.

You sow alienation shoots.

You cannot replace her,

The one whose thoughts are more beautiful.

After all, my burning heart,

You extinguish by yourself.

But I know and believe in fate,

Sadness you go away with snow blizzard

And the snowflakes lull a crowd,

Joy will replace blizzard the spring.

Prediction of future life

The burning sun will disappear.

The blue sky will disappear.

Only stars will remain

Over the sky, an extinct bowl.

But the sun will light up brighter.

Summer will land on Earth.

In the space of the Cosmic Abyss,

The earth will bloom different…

I did not carry you in arms

I did not carry you in arms.

I have not seen dawn with you.

Only gentle roses gave.

Petals in clothes are dressed.

They told you

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 them are mane.

Shining hats of snow,

The magnificence of the rock,

Ridge above the steeper shores

In a smile, escallop shines.

Here the sea is splashing at the feet

Gray ancient Caucasus.

Here a threshold for himself he created

At the entrance to the harbor immediately.

And the approaches to the steep mountains

For power hid the boulders.

They, going down to the shores,

Bite the sea swell.

As a guard stands gray Caucasus

The tops of the sky ripen.

Legends of the Highlanders, an ancient tale,

Over the sea, the songs legends sing.

We agree on the views

We agree on the views,

You are sixteen, you are in a hurry to become an adult.

And I’m in my thirties, with a gray near.

Me, girl, young.

With a sly look cast carelessly

Meet my tired look.

And next, matured, it is important

You say to me: – Hello! – And I’m glad.

As alms, I did not expect a smile,

And I did not catch a glimpse.

But suddenly yours are like petals of a sponge

With me everywhere, and I’m glad.

And I meet again with a smile,

And, “Hello!” – Tell me the same as yesterday,

And I am ready to call you a dove,

You, that my youth has saved.

Kiev Sea

Clouds roam over the plain of the Sea,

In the wild wickedness, Waves argue with the Wind,

Float rises higher

Play with a cloud in the sky, but do not hear

Clouds Waves stubborn aspiration.

Only see the evil unrest.

Tired of the Sea of Waves.

Anger turned here into a kiss.

Love poured along the banks.

Humbled their argument here and there.

The Golden Sun shone,

Smiled Sea Sky is blue.

I ran after the sun

Behind the Sun, I ran:

– Stop! – screamed.

But time is not to curb.

Sun began to run away.

I grabbed a ray of gold,

I shout to him: – Wait! Wait!

Stop and rest!

And the heat you sweep away!

But continuing your flight,

Said the Sun, in turn:

– I’ll stay and then

There will never be morning.

The night will be replaced by darkness.

And forever, forever will be so!

– Oh, the Sun, keep flying!

May the sunrise be yours!

And in the afternoon, shining flames!

Warm up your people!

Cheer up the evenings

And do not forget to return, during!

Stranger

The girl in love with the movement.

Girl with speed on “Thou”…

Girl inspired.

Not bright, cute beauty.

Gave me a smile at the meeting

How to give people the beauty of flowers?

And I saw her sharper,

In that smile, your features.

In the eyes of sparkle, femininity tender,

Like the glare of sunlight,

Shimmered before in the waters,

In the pools ow of eyes now.

And lips, flower poppy,

On the stem of the mill thin,

A petal burned in a smile

And in laughter he gave a bell.

And in the ashes with gold hair

He burned down and wilted.

And then her voice spilled,

As if suddenly the spring started to sing.

She told me: – Movement

And the speed with speed I love!

And I catch, only that moment,

And fiddling imagination.

And our conversation flew on the wings,

On the speeds of motion beauty.

What used to be sung in bigly,

Space sees the height.

And Speed, arguing with the girl in flight,

Her up to blue height lifted,

She told me: – There is something in it,

She could fly, becoming a pilot.

But the voice of stupid speed, not hearing,

I am fascinated by the beauty of maiden,

What raised us higher and higher

Already soared with you, as extraterrestrial.

The space parted before us.

Imagination suffered ship.

And the stars, the myriad points, themselves,

Rush towards, like the Crab Nebula.

Suddenly the stars turned into a day.

The ship bus became usual.

Noisy behind the glass of trees canopy.

And I called the movement of the heart.

But all in vain. We sailed to the city,

Work waited for us and life.

And the whole day, I felt like hunger

In the space of the stellar movement of the stench.

Her, that gave me a smile.

Her in love with flying.

And figure her is like a flexible floret,

And the voice that sings in me.

A meeting

At the tram stop

I met with you.

In a new denim dress

In a mini-skirt blue.

You’re alone, and a number of people

You look into the rails of the canvas.

Here the tram, there further, goes,

Here in the crowd, you are not visible.

And fearing that I will lose

So, my favorite.

I run and glance,

And, having found, I sing in my heart.

– Is that you? Nadia, hello!

How are you? And how do you live?

– Not really, you know.

I knew you would find it me!

– Can together, are you far?

– Not! I’m married already…

It broke off, something bending,

The heart sank in the shower.

Loneliness

Like ringing funeral scary.

As the crypt cools the imagination.

And even say no sin

You’re lonely, no regrets.

I would run to the galleys in chains,

The whip of the slave driver,

I would love to take blows

For a friend, at the deserted coast.

But no, I’m alone without friends in this life.

Drag existence somehow.

Although I have, maybe something extra,

But all this is so outwardly.

In the soul of desolation and loss

Those days that went through together,

With you that was once,

Now in heart you live mine.

I wrote a portrait with Muses

I wrote a portrait with the Muses visible,

The lines went flat and the syllable.

As if I’d met my beloved,

With waterfall curls hair.

Trembled and smell like flowering,

As a motive lays down my syllable.

He is in your eyes. In the spring

Reflected in drops b could.

No, these poems are few, few.

Need to portrait thee write.

To make the lines more beautiful

Rainbow colors them to find…

A phrase out of place

Old Phrase meaning is simple,

Sometime, with someone very famous,

She fluttered a simple bird

From the cell of words, it is open.

Then in the space of phrases

She was relevant and needed.

And soon to the heights of dreams

From easy to famous ascended.

So became the phrase that winged.

But soon tired of everything.

And suddenly disappeared from the mouth somewhere.

Where? In a book at all?

But our Phrase wants to rotate

In the circle of modern winged phrases.

Out of place with the mouth to break,

Among not relevant phrases.

All went passed by

Thou passed by,

Did not notice again.

Looking, as razor,

As sharp word.

Maybe thou would come to life,

In my fairy tale true.

What was once,

What has become covered with dust.

Dust of ardent hope;

Meet us with you,

So, my love, all,

All went passed by…

Ode to first love

I loved you,

Thou first love.

As if the world has opened,

Beautiful love with his thou loved.

From the first early spring

You with a dream, with a dream,

As with you,

I met with a vision.

With that lively beauty,

What gives us a Spring.

With a sweet, tender dream

In the passion, of passion, passion.

The evening has come again

Silence enveloped.

In the sounds of the voice came to life

Your voice of love.

The river he splashed.

Purred a trickle.

I, as if all was waiting

Since cute meeting secretly.

And set off to look

The voice is quiet and sad.

Timidly wait at dusk

Listen to the rustle of mystery.

Twilight generously gave

Stars sky, to dream.

And treated me

Moon ray sighted.

And I found love

In the lunar white decoration.

And not for good reason went to the call

With the Moon Beam we can see each other.

But she did not call,

But she did not come.

Only myth it was.

In life has become different.

On the sandy shore

On the sandy shore,

By the river, on the tubercle.

I am the watchman, and hold fugitives

On a silver chain.

And the fugitive is Thought

And the chain – the thoughts in the syllable,

And sand is a syllable meaning,

Well, and the watchman, a drop in the sea.

Mermaid

I saw a slim Mermaid.

And for a long time admiring the beauty

Because of the bush, so as not to offend,

Her chiseled young nudity.

Eyes, the purest blue of heaven,

Pensively looked into the depths.

It seemed in a fairy tale I was in a wonderful country

What a pity that I am not attached to her.

And feeling a glance upon oneself,

She, worried, suddenly left.

Into the depths of the lake behind something

Diving like a fish, swam away.

Dialogue

“Do you believe in dreams?”

– Oh no! Sometimes, though

Dreams come to me

With you less and less.

As I would like

See them more often

What would be closer to you.

And feel in their arms

You live though.

– However, my dear, in life there is no me.

I live in dreams in love with you.

Finding a living, you love her,

How will you be happy to date me?!

I believe you will come

Come back to life.

You will lead me away into the world of myth

And sing live songs.

– I, my dear, will not come to life.

I will come to you in my dreams.

What are you striving for, there I go?

What in life should not come true!

Equilibrium

How I love the pigtail hair newness.

With a splash of the sea comparable eyes.

In the foam of the waves, I recognize turquoise,

In the play of light rays.

Everything is beautiful in you.

Proud to become.

And when you turn your face to me,

With the “request” the best for me to be.

But spite because fate gave me

Stupid role to play this life.

For the smallest offense, on the “block” chasing,

They only execute…

After all, lucky, there are some.

Average, so be it, others.

Still others fight heroes akin

And leaves, beating, the sick.

That’s the way the whole world is alive.

That successful scroll more often.

All are pop up Hero,

The one that beats for happiness…

Girl’s eyes

Two pools were looking at me,

As the sky gave blue.

And then rays went down,

Capturing sparkles.

And already eyes with sparkling light.

Warmth and beauty discovered.

So, in the spring with greetings,

I gave a smile to your eyes.

Autumn

Hung branches maple,

Burns like heat, foliage.

And arises before me,

Drops the rain slender ringing.

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