Still Awake

With my gentle fingers

Dancing through your hair, I stare

At the great distance in front of us. We are

Smiling children growing up; perfumed gardens

In full bloom

.

I will lull you to sleep — slowly swinging

In the hammock of our wishes,

I touch your face:

Forget the meaninglessness

Of this life

.

When the skin of our

Hands touch, we travel

From here to paradise… We go

Together, almost as

One

.

Daydreams make me forget what time

Really means

.
.
.

With my fingers

Through your hair,

I caress your love

.

ML

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