The most inexhaustible, sublime, tender, and infinitely thorny subject for creativity is the theme of love. All poets of the world wrote, write and will write about this immense, marvelous, and deep feeling - poems, sonnets, dedications. And I'm one of them, who is trying to learn and understand my own self in the vast ocean of human happiness and misery, which name is love




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You flew away to stay in May



You flew away to stay in May,

In realm so faraway,

You are who left your whiff behind:

It haunts my dreams of troubled mind.


I try to catch you and embrace,

On lips benumbed kiss impress,

To rob of sleep, to life restore,

To kiss to warm your lifeless hands.


But dusk devours sleepy form

When reach to you my eager arm.

And in this weirdest whirlpool

Attend to my imploring soul!


You are a whiff, and not a whiff.

Life is not dream, dream is not life.

Bring back that memorable May.

May it eternal, long remain.


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