Julius Alexandrov Poems

THE NAMELESS GALLEON

Surrounded by water I lie motionless but despite the clear sky I can see no land
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I would like to tell about a thing of most inexplorable source
That jumps a sudden unproclaimed and simply takes its course
All striving and endeavours set forth by flesh and mind
it swipes aside and gently stifled set asleep made quiet suddenly becomes our madly stoic pride
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My path has been burried by the thick and plowy snow
Did he trick me down this trail or I myself i do not know
Now I stroll along the rill while on my head the rain is drumming
Frightened slowly loosing ease I keep on marching quietly humming
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Dive into Plato's mountainous rills
Plunge your eyes in wisdoms wrath
Enjoy this misty-minded bath
That natures oath in birth enfills
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A heart as pure as the morning snow
A mind like a rill unmudded
an insightful midnight candles glow
a gracefilled bowing pine that ceased to grow
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I was out on the streets, riding the wave

Of the squandering blundering weekendly crave
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Watch the waltz of the harlequin how effortless disjointed spin all of a sudden is mitigated by a sly grinning obliterated
notice that the lazy mazed spinning all of its vogue allure was only rogue beginning choir singing before an overture
obscure are painted the crimson crescents of his brows under which with open purpure-textured eyes he bows and to prancing now does start
One foot dancing apart the other silversatin-clad, boots with subtle petite pounding now the pace ahead
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