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Philosophy of Love

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2022
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Olessya

Like a rare fairy tale, “Olessya!”

Sounds above the river, “Olessya!”

And in the sounds of the mysterious forest

I hear the name, Olessya.

In the singing brook is given.

And a song pours over the lake.

Over green grass and foliage:

“… Stay, stay with me…”

“… Olessya, Olessya, Olessya,

You look like violets of the forest …”

A bottomless resinous river

Hair waterfall veil

Falls on girlish shoulders,

Coquettish bang splashes

And covers his forehead with him.

“… Stay, stay with me…”

I hear in the sounds of spring

And the birds are spread by singing:

“… Olessya, Olessya, Olessya.

Like a fairy tale, like a miracle, like a song …”

To climb a frosty strand

A frosty strand

Early Autumn gray.

Memories, lake surface,

Spring comes up to me.

I look into her blue eyes

On a colorful wreath of hair.

Nightingales see nights

Among the interwoven heavy braids.

And whitens frosty strand

Memory of the night, farewell to that.

Floating above the dark surface

In the hair, gray strands.

Paradise

I love those drunk nights,

What is inhale with the aroma of silence.

And the grass in the meadows is thick,

And on the lake reeds.

Everything is familiar in the home side,

There the singing spring is noisy.

Then you went down the path

The look me, as now, beckons.

I forget you, you know, not in power,

Blue eyed tale me.

And the glade that I often see

There in our birch paradise.

I would forget this garden spring,

What do you remember with your color?

The roar of bees, the aroma of healing,
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