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A bunch of short verses

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2019
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I’ll send you message through the breeze

Affection often left much-many scars

Come hither savages – I am afar…



Why summer music fled away to Thee

And bitter taste of autumn will not pleasure

But missis winter comes without plea

In springtime sadness stares at my mopes



Alack, there is no end of time had passed

Much never ending latitude of thoughts

French laissez-faire, freedom, ‘tis a nous

Let’s fight for liberty my torrid libertines



Upheaval or recession boiled in the black

I’ve found youngest silhouette in glee

The hand takes hand and says…

Without any words – goodbye immortal lot



How far are you going to stride to the dream

Perfection yet dwelling in azure above

Alack a day but duty goes first

For better deeds there is no vertigo kiss



Do I lie lonely on morning-dewy grass?

He won’t make affection with your nature

Strange queue of pretty clouds look at you

They dances leisurely and feast without you



For Thee I’ll hum so many sappy songs

And all day long I am lying under blue

But much more time without pleasure

‘tis nosey ladybird is staring at me…



In rain I’m waiting for the fervent flame

Got any baccy…air tainted with odd smoke

A queue of queer little thoughts can’t stop

Till morning chimney has been drawing



Four brutal blacksmiths spanking steel

There will be pleasant summer leisure

Across through azure abyss I shall fly

But salty sweat is in the air pleasure



A. Glukhov. Drapery. 1990. The Blagodatov collection in St. Petersburg.



Dark thunder storm of wicked rain

Half-broken heart beating but fatigue

Cold drizzle falling all day long

Much salty favor on the beach…
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