Warm water
Soft sounds
I know everything counts
I feel the breeze
I feel the scolding rain
I wish I could call it a day
All that I want now
All that I wish for
Isn’t a true sound isn’t loud
It’s just voice
May be yours
May be somebody else’s
Somebody who doesn’t know the warm embrace of the sea
Someone who hasn’t been close to you or me
Or may be someone who died there
In between the waves and the sounds of seagulls
In the sky or under the rock
Someone who could share my soul by didn’t
It could have been you
But you chose not to
And now all that I need is your voice
Or may be his
His … and he is someone who died looking for me
warm water
© Copyright: Анастасияk, 2002
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