Skin, bathing in cold wind.
Lips, burning like dry ice.
Nose, angry at the face.
Salt, streaming from my eyes.
Warmth, waiting in my sleep.
Words, holding back my dreams.
Pen, weary at the tip.
Time, on a break it seems.
Light, keeping thought afloat.
Love, keeping thought alive.
Time, coming back from break.
Five, melody to wake.
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(Ñîâìåñòíî ñ ñûíîì)