* * *
Your tender whisper warmed my lips
When sun were passing out of sight,
In streaming hair shadow slips
Away into the pitch of night.
Take care of my love and keep
My heartbeat gently in your hands,
I'll dive for you into the deep
And go beyond the distant lands.
January 2010
Your tender whisper warmed my lips...
© Copyright: Геннадий Бережной, 2011
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