KV 242 in British

     Throughout whisper of spring leafs, I hold my breath and come prepare to tell one story I heart before twice…
     One material been presented to me by travelling one girl, who not seen difference of where and on what to sleep…
     She book-posted collection of autumn branchlyes and salad of leafes and ”fading-all-away ones”. «And out of these» - added a note – «will appear glorious tea». Waves of golden hairs, nutties and forest pillows. I waited – She stood gone, disappeared, dissolved…
     That times I firstly desired – be keepin’–in secret-silence – create a tale where alls engagements-in-final quite not sadly. I doubted and – finally – breathed all buts out.
     Girl-Spring means most: pre-sees alls of Autumn, - in unknowness, branchy cuts grasses through… With Girl-Autumn, birds sing selebratively.
     Put Your steps through seas, throw self away of precipice – times and seasons never to leave – enjoy carefully: Spring – special role: nicely-seen, can not to notice light of fire behind closed eyes – dare to speak out, climb with Her to top of highest tree, forgetting about spaces. She will listen in and hear almost clear – pure – feelings, - She’s sensitive (You know), in grace of Catty-Girl.  She is to brake phraseologisms – compilations of shotties of words captive youth and heart trembles in pre-feeling of cure.
     Middle of May (first half is yet eaten) – sixteenth number, - too shy to look in Her eyes, Sher not real not to congratulate. «What is in here?» - She will said: «A nutty» - You will notice – «Keep it closest to young heart and keep heart young for-ever». She’ll notice vibration in voice, point sweet finger between yours and Hers lips and, reading You (wanna stay closer) will give away needdess to say truth and couldes while looking in emerald eyes(with outneed of world’s chains). To yours will loved manies of does: picnics of different trees, dreamless nights on catch-bed-rises and searchings of unwrong way, - feelings of forever be.
     Touches of inside threads will so make you strong – you’ll return to immortality, advertently acquiring soundings by musics specialties. Will come happened and dissolve into one – doesn’t matter – so much will resound in sunshire...
     It will come open heavenly detal: She had never listened to alived notes – and, hand in hand, you will follow Her in side door to KV 242 – Godlike music of unusual Human Maestro Compositor (You, not Ai)… By evening of other day She, dressed up in your dressing gown, by  word – unreflectionable, by two – edgly nice (be truth – Weman’s…)
     In ceremony having used tea roses, someone will remind forgotten strawberry crecker. She will remind: She been deceived!
     ‘ll feed words by Love, ‘ll fall down to your shoulder. By short whisper, thanks you, indulging into sleep. You see the book’s text in dream – shining wakes you: ticket for twain on theater. On self-name you show nescience, follow Her in Closet. On performance you’re looking at Her night and day; She and you are cryin’ – story had come violent to alls partaker, allusion had broken cons-cious.
     On Spring buds been blooming paints of your Day and Her Night. «Inside of Me had woken passion to travel» - said She – «When We met». Not hold on – «It seems, I Love You», - to answer, Her smile’ll playly shine… Day by day, You’ll go astray more than once – and more and more – deeper and deeper – closer and closer to one ones.
     Sometimes, it had been sleep in defencelessness of Night under skyes of Heaven, outside Universum’s saving So happened, You’ve been lost – not founded.
     Time flows , You not founded (suns married on daughts of lost generation)…what to do? – week after, you’ll bring self back home again, Human with no Time.
     Months after the pastoral had come with one mark, twos after – with two and three after – with three… Not founded mights to read and, got engaged with the nothing, slept, in waiting of death… To no purpose – words been created by Her, composed by smart hand.
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First - pastoral:
«Peace, dear friend of my Life. How long been I forest-walking?.. Doesn’t matter.
Thinking of You, wrighting short stories and travel by collector
of stories. I began to Love You, but not to understand – who You are for me. can not to.
Whom had I became? How long been I fprest-walking?..
When answer will born – all’ll stop over… Keep Yourself in irreproachable hugs of forever. For me it’s hardly to staying with You, being with, - but wonderful world summon to follow Dreams and open new ways… Till soonest. See You»
That’s such second - pastoral (includes branchly):
«I tolled to You, and to alls, and to anyone, of new – other not ever felt – unceasing feeling, - just You supposed me. I’m Thankful.
Know: all is ancommonly, in wonder-fool world of twos… We had stepped
challenge and merit Life deserving, such
we are deserving.
More attention I study to devote to my words, and I found so, what would be enough to three lifes. My hairs didn’t joy to changes – I cuted ‘em off.
Like to apply mottoes: clever sign – and all is tasty
lookin’.
I send a branchly to You – ‘d like to eat it… It came out Nicely…
Keep silence before Flames, keep Soul inside forever»
Third - letter
«Listen to noises of forest, listen to light and listen to shadow.
watch for Moon. don’t betray to yourself.
Generosity – great feast. “Teach me to proud” – I pleased - “Teach to proud”»
     It may be to Her, nothing to say – so lovely… In hurrying branchlies, will come found the most…
By what the story is happy? You story has finished before Her.
     Vermillion drops slides through on lights, You look inside breach of open body – inside other, inside side of you. Looking inside open hand; no one own rights to convict innocent ones.
     July Wind brought Her too late – for you no one had come… Imagining Her feelings? Not, surely.
     She felt in deepest inside, knowing Your weakness, addressing letters to leaving anxiety – soughed to open up. Unsured hand slides through Air, explosing pathlys of wetting sinews. Tingle in head carries weakness, cracks are covering  space whisper leaves ears – discreet stays: «Ascend, I’ll ascend. Soul weights less than feather, mind – higher then Universe. We’ll ascend to latest fuck of Heaven…» - towels feeden of vermillion liquid, skin stood albino-like, saliva dried away… Look of girl in hugs of leften lefted left prince exuded feeling, resounded in muchvoicing of marvelous birds in waitin’ of spark of light of Live….
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     They couldn’t imprinted self-truth, alack – and treated to destiny with heroism.
     «I told You» - by last might She whispers – «You – most miraculous human from by me anyever meeten».
     Bravo, They found forever fay. Let’s start touch kinder, for not to prevent falsity, for to Follow to Call of Your Young Heart. for step to purpose (I got ones). Ley’s come open – pain of keep memrie in killing Derbe will stay gone and passes away. Let’s wake, for make this world a better place, and start since usselfs…
~~~P.s. In garden-park sector of landscape towny:
     Squirrelly was hurry with branchly (where She had got it – secret) to lodgy. She been followed by Fox. Between clearing in the woods, victim had no chance. Hero-She handles foots, re-jumps hillies… Persecutor sweeps mights away. Something happened. Clicking!
     Unmighted, turns back to face death. Look pierced souls. Extends branchly, Spring aroma ennobles pollen.
~~~P.s.s. Happily, whom been succed (and I’ve been), are able to watch unusual scene: Squirrel who climbed to Fox’s backy, steps with, sometimes re-climbing on neck as if rustled to left ear.
     By the same way. She keeps branchly. By the same way, She keeps Him. Be the same way, He keeps Her
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I like the soul of story, and pearl - to crumb of ending.
From Year to Year, from age to age,
to alls brings man to come death.
Dismays of suffering dream -
Say down now in foreverty…
Death won’t hide any secret,
inside of her, won’t catch fails through five sentchies.
Lowly by the etic For-e-ver,
please i: in most you to believe…
P.s.s.s. Fox owns eyes-emeralds when Squirrel owns blue.
     On cross of twin roads, of Lights and Shadows elected He the Light.
     Much centuries before, will draw in notebook – «And when I noticed: eyes of soundless collocutor in mirror became new, sunny-emerald color»~~~
     «My experience worth to live, for wright it» - sounded I with eyes what come wet, openly applauding newborn story of song of Air, Fire and Wind…