Between ‘asleep’ and ‘still awake’
I swear I felt your hand on mine.
So warm, so strong and not a fake,
As if we’re chained by sacred line,
By crimson Universe’s thread,
Through my whole body streaming flow.
My nightmares fled, and so the dread
Driven away by friendly glow.
17.04.2018
Moonwalking
© Copyright: Анна Грудинина Ли, 2018
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