39. A Tiny House in the Mounts
A tiny house in the mounts,
A clear sky and running clouds.
You are preparing tea for two.
And I can't wait of hugging you.
I hate these moments long as life
Without you. Seems like edgy knife
Is stabbing me. Oh, here's the ache.
Please, take it off, my love. Come back.
The body's everything I own.
Without you heart is just a stone.
My dreams are you, and you're my soul.
You're sense of life. You have it all.
I hear your steps on wooden floor.
I kiss you softly more and more.
When giving cup, you're peering me
Seems saying "Thanks for loving me".
15.11.04
A Tiny House in the Mounts
© Copyright: Елена Вогнистая, 2005
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