The warm night- air comes, like a thief-
To steal your sleeping kiss...
It touches your lips - so quiet and brief,
And melts in trembling bliss ...
To savour all the joys, you give
In short , but endless time,
And when the moment comes to leave-
In gentle breeze of rhyme....
Song II
© Copyright: Яна Галина, 2009
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