Love is causelessness

 



 
     Love is a causelessness. Thoughtlessness even.
     To love for a reason? I love for I feel.
     Love is like a troika, demented and rabid,
     Rushing toward a ship that is leaving to sail.

     Where to? Does not matter. I like aimless journeys.
     Magnolias blooming... Wandering ice...
     Fly onward, my troika, in path of a snowstorm,
     Where my ship gets ready for watery flight.

     Stomp out, my dear troika, discretion and reason,
     Smoke with a fire, flaming, foaming and white!
     What for? For no reason - my heart's drunk with freedom
     >From reason. The ship leaves. On it Ill take flight.
 
 
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