A bunch of short verses. Александр Владимирович Глухов

that the sooth inside of me

      And keep the deepest thoughts within

      And glad – that I’m bewitched by you

      …

      I stately way – he goes far away…

      But silver water flows in the broken veins

      I hear lone breeze…still blowing

      And stunning vaulted blue – above…

      …

      Thy longest light grew less and less

      Through only solitary bliss with you

      By tryly luck which had been hidden

      But I am fathom deep in love till death

      …

      Next time we shall be playing for a love

      We shall be flying over sea so high

      His ship was seen arriving to my sleep

      We shall be standing in the nature’s garb

      …

      Nay, I still live and lovely dancing

      And badly hear – music conversation

      She always sees the ship approaching

      The empty path amongst the icy trees

      …

      Let’s speak of something very lovely

      On the lone beach – between two days

      Your moon and sun I see no more

      And both of us are fleetly itching for a love

      …

      Aye…I wander into dream in hermitage

      One tiny kiss can make you strange

      Yet stranger than the rest in rainy breeze

      Too yeasty waves are drifting into heart

      …

      A. Glukhov. The last Fayum portrait. 2016.

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      I’ll talk to you with cap of tea apart – so far

      The vastness blue above I lie on beauty

      And stars are looking straight at thee

      Through azure ether – there are no pains

      …

      A lot of lights are flickering into the blue

      Inside the pure morning air – only bliss

      And magic beatitude I feel in lone breeze

      Through azure sky we’ll sleeping sweetly

      …

      How world goes through the rolling clouds

      Qui vive?…I wanna see a blue within a dark

      Thru freshness of a green alone – Sun

      Why dew of youth is lurking in the blood

      …

      Over and over again a hope I have seen

      That drifts along on sparkling Milky Way

      There will be neither passion nor a glee

      The only truth is blue above…and Thee

      …

      When asked, I answered nay in vain

      But…smouldering embers shall be a flame

      Either quick do it at once or – draw away

      A host of many bitterly wept in of yore

      …

      For luck he’ll take it – for better or for worse

      Why rude awakening inside your heart

      I won’t depart this luscious life again

      Into the latent-heathen shelter I’ll run

      …

      In very deed we ride hell for leather

      But they usually say – flesh for the morrow

      In order to get into mess by midnight

      In troth but she falls in and out of love

      …

      My idol is the skin…and bones

      So mote it be in frenzied deeds

      Put heart in motion for passion

      Do dash it hard to smithereens

      …

      As if in graveyard dwelling throes

      Yet no waking reveries and wailing dreams

      Yet very lamentable music in my mind

      Up to the sky into the freshness of the breath

      …

      Breathe in – the brave – into the dream

      Sweet Judas kiss – gives much kicks

      He bothers completely the life out of me

      But once again – be one – and only…

      …

      An ancient silhouette I see within the trees

      At hand your soul howling of many wolves

      I’m going to the past in order see the beauty

      We’ve broken creatures – crying with the pain

      …

      Do twisting vertigo dance in the gale

      Have taught many waves thru the Art

      Through ragging and blistering sea

      I shall implore Thee with tears in vain

      …

      In flesh and blood – a flight of fancy

      Yet wolfish glance – lupine in heart

      A horde of wolves fix eyes on back

      Look skyward up into sapphirine azure

      …

      Neither pleasure nor love in cold fervour

      Do don’t take the sweetest dream away

      His heart was withdrawn from sweet gale