On my back, I lie, squinting at the twilight,
As splutters of rain drops fall on my cheek;
Light cold breeze strikes and takes me off-guard,
‘Cause it felt like your breath,
Slow, but fast and weak, but strong.
I close my eyes as a thunder tears open the sky,
But, in stead of blackness, I see you, your smile;
Come alive, my five senses,
To gaze at her beauty, to get a whiff of her scent,
To devour her lips’ taste, to hear her Зачарованная voice,
And feel the delicacy of her skin.
The first drop of my tears roll down my cheek
And mix up with the everlasting rain,
As I remember your face tilting to the other...
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