З.
a soft dream,
your softest, softest dream –
that’s what I’ll be.
I’ll hold your hand
with mine,
and stay
a while –
a long, slow while.
so long
it slips toward forever.
and my song,
barely a breath,
will drift to you –
even when,
even when
I’m gone.
my words
will rest beside you,
warm –
and stay.
and stay…
9.08.2025
barely a breath
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