V. Speys "Philosophy of Love"

Philosophy of Love, It is;The sunset was running in a wavy, slow river.Through its yellow light streamed.Your image is golden…

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InВ the clear air nectar

The trees spilled slender arch.

And the bird can be heard here bazaar,

And with aВ streamlet, aВ ringing chorus.

Nature’s lush beauty

Decorated this house.

Lures his purity

Forest plunge intoВ it.

Transparent blueВ away

Transparent blue away.

And the day is lightening morning.

Redder than the MorningВ Dawn

Fire fever asВ if.

Filled the sky with fire.

The sun rose on the sky cool.

And having painted the clouds with amber,

Swept the brush like asВ if.

Painted aВ summerВ day,

Lake, swimming inВ aВ circle.

And the air was too lazy toВ paint

Add Summer toВ aВ blue friend.

Thoughts soar inВ the clouds

Thoughts soar inВ the clouds,

Cannot collect them eitherВ 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 withВ us.

He hid inВ the prickles ofВ the crown,

Attract toВ himself us branching struggle.

We often listened toВ moans the winds,

And often were running around herringbones.

IВ loveВ you!

And again, we are young together,

We walk toВ school along theВ way.

Chestnuts toВ us, inВ frozen honor,

Foliage waving from aВ height.

The road seemed close

And the school is near really.

And IВ dreamed ofВ going withВ you,

Slow down time atВ all.

And IВ wanted toВ fly withВ you

Over the world inВ the blue dawn.

And inВ the heart ofВ singing, echoed:

– I love you! I love you!

IВ saw aВ wounded Birch

IВ saw aВ weeping Birch,

InВ the glow ofВ the sun inВ gold,

Shimmering drops, tears,

Breaking inВ the thunderstorm wind.

Crown – spit branches

Bashfully shielding the body,

As the petals drop roses,

Windy leaves tore.

And the sun with aВ thundercloud,

Arguing with Thunder inВ theВ sky,

Did not notice the wind howling,

Birches, bent toВ the Earth.

But, soon, the dispute is resolved.

Having washed up with aВ Thundercloud,

Looked, the sun, letting the beam,

On the body ofВ aВ chain inВ gold.

And where white skin is sheltered

Met aВ ray on the body birches.

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