Philosophy of Love. V. Speys

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Название Philosophy of Love
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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