You, a poem by Dessy Tsvetkova at Spillwords.com

You

You

written by: Dessy Tsvetkova

 

Your voice to me is as a song of nightingale,
that wakes me up each charming morning.
Your arms are warm as blanket in the winter.
My days are starting as enchanted game
and I go out to meet the new warnings.
And every step I do on streets, I mingle.
Though it is always best
the moment I come home in evenings,
when I can see you waiting at our living
and we together after, simply rest.

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