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САДЫ МОЕЙ ДУШИ  ВСЕГДА  УЗОРНЫ...

The Gardens of my Soul is always patterned...

САДЫ  ДУШИ  МОЕЙ  ВСЕГДА  УЗОРНЫ

GARDENSSOUL - it's the ideal space of nature's richness, sung by the Poet, who'd harmonize the Chaos, makes space by the will and intent of himself.

  

 

 

 

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THE INTERNATIONAL PROJECT "THE GARDENS OF THE SOUL" IS OPEN TO ALL PEOPLE OF THE WORLD TO REPRESENT OUR AMAZING AND UNIQUE LIFE THROUGH THE HARMONY OF MAN AND CREATED WORKS OF!
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THE WORD

 

Long ago, when the world unfolded, 
As Almighty God would drop His face, 
With the word the burning sun was halted 
And the cities would be laid to waste. 

And the eagle would be stopped from flying, 
And the stars clung to the moon in fright, 
If abruptly, like a scarlet fire, 
The word drifted in the heavens' heights. 

But on earth the numbers were created, 
Like the cattle yoked and confined, 
For the numbers always clearly stated 
Every shade of meaning they defined. 

And they gray-haired patriarch, contented 
To have settled good and evil for himself, 
When with the sound's mystery presented, 
In the sand drew numbers with his staff. 

But we have lost within the dark oblivion 
The lucid truth amidst our earthly lot, 
For in the Gospel, that by John was given, 
It was stated that the Word was God. 

And the word has now been inserted 
In the confines of the worldly shell, 
And like dead bees within a hive deserted, 
Lifeless words give off a foul smell.

GARDENSSOUL  PRESENTS  YOU

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The Gardens of my Soul

The Gardens of my Soul is always patterned,

In it the winds so fresh and silence-full,

In it  the golden sand and ebon marble,

In it the deep of the transparent pools.

 

The plants up there extraordinary like dreams,
Like waters, by sun rising,  birds all pink,
And - who will understand a hint of ancient screens
There is a girl in garland like a great priestess.

The eyes  is like a glow of clear grey steel,

And graceful forehead, white like eastern lilies,

The lips was never kissed and never will 

And never spoke with anyone...

Her cheeks looks like a pinky pearls of south,

The treasure of unreal fantasies,

Her hands, which never touched by a stranger,

Will interlace in prayerful ecstasy.


And by her feets there sits two ebon panthers

With tide like metal on their smoothy fur.

Take wing from rose beside mysterious caves,

Her pink flamingo drowning in azure.

 

I don't look on the World of running lines,
My dreams, they only eternal of humble.
Let's up sirocco throw out in desert,
The Gardens of my Soul always patterned.

The website was open in september 12'th on the XVI symposium

"Voloshinskij september" in Koktebel

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POETS AND PAINTERS, PHOTOGRAPHERS, AND LITERARY CRITICS, MUSICIANS AND SINGERS! 
WE CALL ON ALL PEOPLE OF PLANET EARTH WORLD PEACE, AND REAFFIRM HERE AND NOW, HIS CREATIONS, THAT HUMAN UNITY IS POSSIBLE !