and my words came to you, Diana.
They were shaking like raindrops.
they lie down in a delicate ligature
in the shade, under your eyelashes.
my words danced in the moonbeam
and like sleepy birds
my words landed
on your shoulders Diana.
my words gently
flowed down your back
and arms and they kissed
your silent fingers.
my words were drawn
to your lips and your lips
opened towards me in a smile,
a little tired and shaky.
Feel it? - so I touch you with words..
My words Dedicated to Diana Magnay
© Copyright: Христин Дичоса, 2022
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