Do stare at the pendulum of morning
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As it was getting light I’ll hide in darkness
I can’t approach to your hermitage
Into the sweetest sleep I know
With azure-white I disappear in a day
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Past pang is cold but colder than the ache
Into the many torrid hearts in days of yore
To fell in slumber through affection glee
But I am loved in tiny lights of Thee
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Halt time I couldn’t stop that moment yet
Wrung heart that given up without shot
By quiet darkness shall I find amongst
The hordes of ghosts and your soul at last
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A. Glukhov. Self-portrait. 2019.
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Thine breath shall come to my breathe in
There is a whiff inside my stormy gale
And vernal breeze is pushing hard my back
A punch a host of stars – my anvil smith
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I saw a realm inside your sentimental mind
And long black dog was sweetly slept apart
Sore heart such vulnerable – stopping beat
However time is up and don’t repeat again
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Don’t wait your fate but go forth alone
And bitter tears choke you again
Too much beloved heart was broken
I see blue sky inside your eyes
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Do touch your youth in many nights
Across a silver stream we’d waded into
The endless vast expanse – you are so blue
Do I still tilt at windmills – miss you so much
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A host of tiny lights are whispering apart
The hearts are crying…speeches broken
His doggie had been sitting nearby
Such lone lachrymation in my heart
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Are you a handsome lad or pretty lady now
Why early dream impatiently wants come
Shy glance…I’d cast into your pang
A pack of shaggy monkeys stare everywhere
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The azure diamonds – handing on the sky