I hear his voice inside.
He calls me gently, softly.
He is always by my side.
In my boiling fantacies.
I don't need to close my eyes
to see his face clearly.
He is touching my plumpy hand, smiling joyfully.
He knows me too well
every wrinkle.
I am no more young,
but it does not stop him.
I am begging Skies
or the Moon
does not matter.
Let me be with him
or at least unforgotten!
I hear his voice inside
© Copyright: Екатерина Передереева, 2018
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