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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Surrounding grove birch grove.

Fun song, bird’s chirps.

With aВ dream series created from dreams,

Come, ring the stream, sing, splash with water.

IВ look into the distance, the transparency ofВ the field.

And clouds ridge above the horizon.

Inhaling the purity and aroma of the expanse…

Beyond the distance, and you, beyond the horizon.

Fog blindfolded

Fog blindfolded eyes.

Horizon for milky mist.

And the sky is pure turquoise,

Tightened white shroud.

Nature sleeps, drowned inВ the mist,

And the grove slumbers young.

And birds are aВ funny clan,

Sits on branches with feathers cocked.

InВ the spring ofВ winter, the last breath

What aВ strange grayВ hair

Spring ofВ Winter last breath.

On grassed green grass

Lay down white moss.

Snowflakes fall thick

Whirl inВ the morningВ dew.

Days, remembering gold,

Frosty blizzards inВ all its glory.

O, how beautiful the world is inВ love

O! How beautiful is the height ofВ the earth?

With fields, rivers, and forest.

And then the blue seas,

Above the blue expanse ofВ reach.

O! How beautiful the world is inВ love?

He looks different colors.

On the wings He soars Spring,

He sees with your eyes!

So much so that you suddenly forget everything.

Space, time, everything is alive.

And just beside You, my friend!

And I, filled with you…

You could argue with aВ myth

Pain, remember, that gray morning,

Drizzled gray rain.

Kissing cool, though

Wet trace remained inВ it.

IВ waited for you, arguing with the weather,

Warming under the canopy ofВ birch trees.

But, the weather is not expected byВ theВ sea,

You have not warmed the hearts ofВ dreams.

And stayed inВ me not come true.

InВ thoughts next toВ life gone.

And though the wound is covered with dust,

You could healВ her.

You could argue with aВ myth.

And reality come into life,

But that morning, rainy drizzle,

Became a fortress on the way…

Nature’s lush beauty

Green forest, aВ huge house,

The trees live here, bushes.

And the sun light walks inВ it,

As aВ guest, who came from aВ height.

Dressed inВ gold rays,

He wanders, hides inВ the sheets

Plays, gallops between the branches,

Fluttering yellow Ptah.

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