If you believe me - just touch my cheek with hand,
Simply present my lips with tender kiss,
I beg you- make a precious gift of love
so I'll be able to fall asleep at last.
I have no rest for many painful months.
My mind for ages has not seen the rays of Sun.
The blueness of the Sky is ripping poor Soul
I ask to be accepted - but in vain.
I am sitting all alone in darkness now.
I am even tired of the flames that candle gives.
My brain repeats - there's no even hope.
but lips are whispering - one day you must believe!
If you believe me - just touch my cheek with hand,
© Copyright: Екатерина Передереева, 2016
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