Van Gogh’s Rainbow Reflection.Across the stones of life towards the bliss of love

When the slow summer rain begins to drizzle the smells that you normally cannot feel start to appear…

The drowsy feelings arouse and return to life when such rain is making noise…

Tree leaves begin to whisper our bodies about the blissful feelings of love and the desires to smile at this life…

Joyful admiration and delight that appear when you see her naked body will arouse a volcano of sensual enjoyment inside you…

The young body starts to drift and bathe in this rainbow of pleasure…

Soul and mind – how different they are… 

Joy and rain free our love from street rocks and the loneliness of towns with their long boring streets and dirty puddles…

The rain will suggest you where the houses of those in love are soaring below the rainbow…

Commonly they do not exist…

They exist for those who suffer and feel the pain of the Creator who is experiencing our feelings in the nervous haze of commonness…

The shame invented by well-educated liars will disappear after such rain…

You can enjoy her body and feel it…

She is a beatifical languishing woman…

You are a man – a volcano…

Your touches will make leaves more emerald green and the singing of birds will become heavenly…

This fire of love that has grown into a sweet passion will ennoble your youthful hearts…

Get rid of the appearance that other human robots invented…

Show them that they are dead but alive. They are phantoms wandering beside you…

Show them the bliss of dying by shrouding your bodies in love…

The unborn children will forgive you. They will happily dance upon clouds and clap their hands…

The Creator is always kind with those who die in the same bed with their lovers…

You rainbow will rise on the evening sky to amaze the crowd…

She stupidly keeps walking through her life above tears of the flowers dropped from the hands of sad ill children…

Fill yourself up with what they call “caprice” and “detachment”…

When you finally lean towards earth and stain it with your blood you will hear the whisper of grass delighted with joyful pain of two young and already hardly breathing bodies that lie beside each other… The harmony of blissful dying that came to you…

You will hear rustle and murmur coming from the blessing wind…

The morning dew will cleanse your cooled bodies and the earth will take in a hope to save the ones who remain from drought…

The mist will hide you from evil eyes of the envious crowd roaring with surprise…                      

With a blissful smile the souls will rise up blessing the ones who were chosen to remain again with the everlasting feeling of love…

For ever and without parting ways, after passing through the hell of the cross in the anticipant life…

And soon, after the crowd fades away from boredom the two will meet again…

And the temple of desert love coming from the airy calling waves will resurrect again and hide them from the lifeless city pavement….

An angel will sit beside them….

 

Автор: magsaund

Образование высшее, экономист. Живу осмысленно, имею привычку думать самостоятельно, т.к. всегда учусь чему то и имею свое мнение, и понимаю, что каждый несет свою ношу. Если ноша бросается, начинаются плохие привычки.

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