the voice of cracking wooden cores
in the complete silence of the night,
closed eyes
and beating hearts of ours...
the shadows of the light
from fireplace...
no matter thinking, only feeling
the invisible traces
on the bodies,
the meaning
of what we are together,
at this very moment of our being,
neither the future nor the past,
whether
this lasts
or not...it still will be enough
just to keep it inside,
to hold on to love,
to be alive...
to hold on to love
© Copyright: Олимпия Янковская, 2020
Свидетельство о публикации №120122802604
Свидетельство о публикации №120122802604
Рецензии