To all those who live in their poetry, their verses!
Your lips - an omen they are.
Your breath - the sweetest scent!
My eyes - dazzled by a star.
My hopes - the strongest so far!
Stop - I don’t breathe, but a breath
in my ears, in my hands - a writing!
White, gentle snowdrop - my longing,
to blossom before my eyes - striking.
And where you aren’t next to me - an agony,
and your shadow lingers over - a memory!
In my hands are gathering tears - sobbing.
In the water I pour all my verses - a creation.
The waterfall of life is my deepest salvation.Other Poems:
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