I saw your image in my morning dream...

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I saw your image in my morning dream,
I saw your smile later in the night…
You, dear, were so handsome… And a gleam
Of hope and faith became again alight.

The inspiration lifts my feelings up,
And I can feel your lips precisely near…
During a day I shortly took a nap –
It seemed to me you were exactly here.

Imagination draws your face so strong…
Imaging you – for me is not big deal…
I know it`s very wrong, of course, it`s wrong
To hold my hands in yours, but not a real.

October 7, 2018

I’m walking down the night street from the pool, the car stops, the windows go down and a heart-rending voice is heard from it: “Antoniya, I love you so much, you are so amazing, I recorded your poem on my phone, just listen!”
The recording turns on and I hear the lines of my poem in English, which this woman is reading ... Her name is Rochelle, it was she who gave me the English version of the poem "War is a thirst ..."

Иду по ночной улице из бассейна, останавливается автомобиль, опускаются стёкла и из него слышен истошний голос: "Антония, я так сильно тебя люблю, ты такая изумительная, я сделала запись на телефон твоего стихотворения, ты только послушай!"
Включается запись и я слышу строки моего стихотворения на английском языке, которое читает эта женщина... Её зовут Рошель, это она дала мне английский вариант стрхотворения "Война - это жажда..."