And touch a wrist, like slightest whisper,
And have goosebumps around the neck,
Feel very cold like you're on Whistler,
And touch your hair for just a sec...
Can feel you that for only moment?
Just close your eyes, and you're with me...
Good reason it to be a poet:
Allow you feel, if you can't see...
Feel it
© Copyright: Вероника Биткина, 2015
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