I don’t regret, or blame or hate
And for so much I’m grateful!
I’ll be your wind in summer days
So caring and gentel!
I’ll hug you softly, you’ll not know,
I’ll touch your face, caressing
That part between your cheek and nose,
And whispering “I miss you”!
I’ll be the hottest day of days,
If you feel your skin’s burning,
It’s me, just kissing you, okay?
I will not harm, don’t worry!
If once your lips catch drops of rain,
It is my soul! Just crying…
Few seconds…it’s again okay,
Tomorrow will be sunny.
I won’t regret, or blame or hate,
I’ll keep the best at least,
And if I feel the warmest sun,
I’ll now – It’s from the East!
To the brightest sunshine of my life...
© Copyright: Мила Гончаренко, 2011
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