He couldn't find love in entire world -
A wanderer - the painter wild Van Gogh...
By scattering the tints, the coloures on white canvas,
He had embodied dreams in the reality
Abot joy, about beauty, bright and sunny
On this illusive border, so transparent,
Which shares world into alive and dead...
Into the blue, the white, the red, the black...
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In russian:
http: //www.stihi.ru/2009/03/09/4779
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem