If that were you who could drop hesitatin'
Plunge my rubies into drift levitatin'
within
Green elixirs to
Cure my cold and..
if
Thousands miles'
Distance
Could turn
into the breath of Nord
Like
Your touch on
My lips in
Your kisses
incineratin'
Then...
I won't be so fragile
Able to count the Time
so...plus four
In your
Half-Mongolian steppes
But we Did above all
Penetrate in depth
With our hot Morning teas
And letters...
If we could only greet
We've learned to
4Give
And dumped the settings
Resonance.M.Koshkina
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