I haved loved you a million miles deep.
I have loved you a century.
I have long for you as the trees
lost their leaves.
Without you,my passion is incomplete.
Greens,blues and maple leaves.
I watched them as they lose their beauty.
They've turned gray as they lost their vitality.
The river flowed on,as always.
The moon shone on,as aways.
The music lives on,as always.
But they have watched me and myself sees it
I have lost my melody.
I have burnt my paintings.
If my lover won't return after the war,
as certain as life ends,
I will wither
I will lose all colours.
World is moving under my feet
it develops new ages,
virtual angels and virtual lives
luxurious wealth which they call it 𝒂𝒓𝒕.
Back to you was my mind.
In the romantic area before war.
There was and will never be anything more of an art than 𝒚𝒐𝒖.
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OLD FILMS IN POETRIES
PoesieIt's a film in poetry─A little lively,a little sad,a little death,a little pleasure,a little desire and wishes,a little rest and a little nurturing.
