A bunch of short verses

I am Alexander Glukhov. My nom de plume is Leonardo.

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Thee shot an arrow into the broken heart

To who you’ll send my amatory message

Thy carnal essence languishes in drought

Thine entity is yearning thoroughly for love

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A host of lusty spirits swept into your ache

They will never return but it is only the play

Through victorious odour, scent his leas

And e’en more interesting speaking with…

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Thoughtless by nature, will I wanna to be

Like a wildest savage with vigor and vim

Sweet lust is so sweetest on attic on high

Good morrow came…shall I do it with sorrow

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To plough on through spanking clouds

One heart’s love seldom needs your void

Amongst thy beauty foliage expansion

I am quite weak but I’m so that is that

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Dead not twitter – bird – I’ve seen on path

‘tis only ebony – goeth overwhelmingly into

Thru darkness we will fly into the blue

He who – you, my lone, my secret benefactor

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Alexander Glukhov. Leonardo Medichi (self-portrait). 2019.

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In doubt… – whether I shall…wait

By love, by night, by sea we’ll steer ship

And waived immunity in order fall in art

There is an affair d’amour – a vale of woe

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Not one…amongst the host of dreamers

Such poignant scent is kissing hand to me

And overwhelming happiness and glee

Thine breeze yet whispering inside of me

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Against the wanton principles of soul

A lot of times we wanna be obey

And thinking deeply through the gale

And speaking silently all day…

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Let nature be your man against your wish

Upon my heart – I see the only flower on Earth

Such deep attachment – I am living yet

At once do touch your destiny with me

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My humble hut – without Thee

Be bold as brass and devil lurks behind

In cloudland we will be dream apart

A native club of cock-and-hen-on mind

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I’ll throw myself on knees before Your essence

However…time was fled away to bliss

And stay away in arms of Morpheus forever

For often in the rain I miss you so much

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Among the living-wild-wicked beasts

I’ve had a dream of many sweetest lovers

Put on red cap – with only nature’s garb

Yet I am free – don’t care human hubris

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We’ve never to be cuddled up together

The fittest creatures only live

I shall see blue light – through the distance

Sometimes we kiss, we love, we – thieves

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All nights as such as this he sleeps

There are much poppies often grow

Thee so young – you are the best