breathless breaths,
and then calm hours,
when I am looking to the imprint
of your body on bed.
to dusk
so much time,
to whisper the spell,
and to say will still start beloved name.
and when you will come,
my look will tell the dream,
imagined with you at the side,
when you touched my lips.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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