Moonwalking

Between ‘asleep’ and ‘still awake’
I swear I felt your hand on mine.
So warm, so strong and not a fake,
As if we’re chained by sacred line,

By crimson Universe’s thread,
Through my whole body streaming flow.
My nightmares fled, and so the dread
Driven away by friendly glow.

17.04.2018


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