You can't feel what I feel.
You can't see the world as I see it.
We can only communicate.
I understand all seeing your eyes.
Your hands give me the warmth of resurrection.
I am warm but I am lonely.
I am tired in this endless fight.
I want to howl at the moon.
I cry to you in the middle of the night: Come!
But my soul comes to me.
Your flowers present to me sweet dreams
You can t feel what I feel
© Copyright: Владимир Любицкий, 2005
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