Tranquility. Eternal, everlasting...
A touch. A smell. A sip of joy.
Your inborn charm I savour's so fantastic,
Dissolving fears. Filling voids.
We are complete: the aim, the way, the reason.
No hint of pain we sometime used to be.
And Love that ceased to be a teaser,
And Hope that smoothed the unforseen.
Now all is gone - the moment is exhausted.
The time is joining into forсe.
I bless the state where we were hosted
Till the next touch we'll one day verse.
сентябрь 2003
Архангельск
A touch Julia
© Copyright: Евгений Горчаков, 2004
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