Stanislav Galinov Poems

I grow from whence thy restless foot reprieved the burden of undying love, and found solace in the ever-fleeting eyes of a turtle-dove.
How oft have thou wonder'd at my scarlet frame, and passionately embrac'd thy youthful shame!
How oft have thou crav'd the eternal swan and praised it for its failure - the incapability of living as one!
Once, when dancing with the drab autumnal gale, I beheld thee, faithful lover - on a mossy cobblestone engaged in violent hail.
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