One night I saw a vivid dream.
It touched my face, it burned my skin.
And I longed for its deeper touch.
It moved my feelings very much.
I heard a breath. Its resonance...
Entangled with my breath, it danced.
Its warmth, its tenderness on me...
Who are you? I'm in love with thee...
I woke. The early morning light
Was dim. It opened to my sight
An artist from the older days;
There was deep sadness on his face.
And as he saw my startled look,
He vanished, and with him he took
The picture that he'd come to paint...
And never came to me again...
He left me something of himself -
A brush that I keep on my shelf.
One Night...
© Copyright: Росиночка, 2003
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I love it!!! Ya dazhe predtavila eto vse v golova kogda chitala...
S ylibkoi,
Irina
Slimka 18.12.2004 10:16 • Заявить о нарушении
S ylibkoi,
Irina
Slimka 18.12.2004 10:16 • Заявить о нарушении
This is one of my favourite pieces. Spasibo bolshoe za tyopliy otziv!
S otvetnoi ulibkoi,
Natali
Росиночка 18.12.2004 18:27 Заявить о нарушении
S otvetnoi ulibkoi,
Natali
Росиночка 18.12.2004 18:27 Заявить о нарушении
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