Being touched at heart,
You're breathing slowly still.
All fears fall apart
Dismissed by sudden thrill.
Nightmares cease to come
And only joy remains!
Your limbs appear numb
As if you were in chains.
They may be chains of love
Imprisoning your soul
Or making gentle dove
Fly far to the North Pole!
They may be rings of fire
That melt away your pain
Awaking deep desire
For calm and soothing rain!
And being touched with stare
So close - eye to eye -
Your face begin to glare
As if you could just fly!
00:47 28.08.2017
Being touched at heart 28. 08. 2017
© Copyright: Баяр Сергебаев, 2017
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