Philosophy of Love. V. Speys

Philosophy of Love - V. Speys


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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


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