(V. Pańkov, 04-07.06.2013) WHEN YAH TURNS ON PERFECTION (part I) We all were born to leave this place, Changin’ lives an’ our face, Believe in love an’ its deep trace On all the time an’ human case... In awesomeness an’ rapture We’re meeting in the air, The sighs we cannot capture – It’s killing the despair... This space of love’s like tulip opening on sun, Inhaling nightly spices we have the highest fun; In splendid recognition Destroying bars of mind, In marvellous submission, A deeper gaze we find... Crossing borders of the Universe, Riding purest light, I’m not just putting ínto verse, This is my delight... This is not extrávagance, We’re reaching sky of sky, Authentic glory, evidence – We can Live, not die... In all that stuff of turbulence Of mystifying life, We can smile an’ always dance, In chase we can all dive... My cluster of etudes Transforms intó big reasons, Catching eastern moods, Independently of seasons... My fame was written in galaxies’ motion, With love we share enormous devotion; It’s hard to Feel it at the beginning: Love is Yah – This is all Meaning.
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