You have pleased me aesthetically.
How may I please you and appease now?
Lesby-cloud-pederastically?
If you dared to turn on Marina.
And in what high and towering mountains
We will go to a monastery,
Where you paint for me a golden palace,
From which drawings I so want to live.
You inspire, eat, intoxicate me,
In the wind you are giving me wings.
And you let go to Light into heaven,
Where Gratitude is what I bring.
But again for you I am too low.
And I'm swimming for you, and I swim!
In immaculate stream of your poems,
And in real life - in rainbow dream.
Appeased
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