I know you might not read all them,
My lines with hidden mute emotions...
Who needs omissions and vague notions
Of things, indeed? It's six a.m.
I cannot sleep. My eyes being closed,
Yet see the blue serene of yours
And never, nowhere stop because
The others look a mere ghost...
When I do spell your name, I'm waking,
Such tender warmth spreads out inside.
Alas, you're not up to this light...
Again the wrong way has been taken.
I happened to recover feelings
Since I had buried my past love
(My savior's you!). But I don't know
Who is the soul that makes YOU thrilling?..
I gasp between our brief encounters
And though I see - it makes no sense,
I look for you with my brown "hunters"
But... you still dream of someone else...
оригинал - http://www.stihi.ru/2013/04/26/9583
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