Portrait
Your forehead, your nose and your lips.
Your eyebrows, sleek as seen never before,
I touch up with my fingertips.
When I reach your smile
I dream for a while
In light of its radiant beam.
Afraid of awaking,
I dare not breaking
This feeling, this succulent dream.
Your portrait I draw in my silent desire
To finish my work before dawn.
But if I will fail, new day will unveil
New night for new dream to be born.
Свидетельство о публикации №107032601245