From your eyelashes I stole April prankster,
Where there is no spiritual warmth and far from summer,
And still our March teases with frost,
Your warmth warms my open soul.
From your eyelashes I breathed tenderness and comfort,
And the nobility of color, the bliss of grace,
I didn’t worry, I was waiting for a shelter in my arms,
I breathed you in until the bliss wasted.
From your eyelashes I contemplated and enjoyed,
The stream of stars, the charm of the universe,
And without you, in separation, I woke up in tears,
And only with you plunged into infinity.
From your eyelashes I saw sunsets and sunrises,
Where I woke up next to a smile on my lips,
And year after year the proposal waited for an answer,
My angel used to see you only in dreams.
From your eyelashes...
© Copyright: Егор Рыбаков, 2015
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