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Слушать(AI)Perugino
The pulchritude
Of light,
Courageous colours
Of the nature,
Heroic faces
Of Italian aristocrats -
A flash of enormous passion,
A pulse that can't be stabilized
By means of silence,
A soul so immense
It could be filled up with
Numerous planets and stars -
That was the essence of his gift,
A divine ability
At the end of the brush.
Марина
My poetry doesn't reflect my feelings.
It mostly stems from observation and communication with the others and sometimes from long days of readin
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