On the wall that has faded and swollen,
Has been covered by secular dust,
There’s a man strongly holding his woman
Who’ s the only, the first and the last
They are close. They are lucky to open
All the doors of a glamorous world
And voluptuous dreaming and hoping
Keep them far from indifferent cold
No more words… Only shadows and breathing,
Silent kisses all over the skin,
Sighs of tenderness – quite, but increasing.
This is love, not a terrible sin
A Painting
© Copyright: Оксана Линовицкая, 2012
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