I hear...

I HEAR...

 
I can hear the first autumn rain
Drops speak with a gentle noise
On my table a bunch of grapes
And your photo, and your beady eyes.

I hear the ticking of my clock
There's no-one with me, it's quiet and calm
Door closed with a strong lock
My home like a fortress, in which I'm alone.

I hear your whisper from afar
I can smell your captivating scent...
With his strong and firm hand
He holds me to his body, my man.

I can hear your every word
Soundless void pulsates between us.
We will be toghether one day
Silent love speaks inside us.

17-09-2016
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AP (the original version – ru)


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