Max Fomitchev-Zamilov | Poetry and Prose

Максим Фомичёв-Замилов | Поэзия и проза

I can feel.
The sound of music.
The whisper of wind.
The sun on my skin.
The passage of time.
The dance of honeybees over a flower.
The gentle quiver of the Earth.

I can feel You.
When you sleep next to me
And your hair touches my pillow.
It does not matter that I cannot see you.
I know that you are there.
Breathing.
Caressed by tenderness.

I can feel You.
Like nobody else in this world.
When I touch.
When I hear.
When I see.
When I smell.
When I sense.
When I think.

I can feel You.
No matter which continent I am on.
When I am flying or driving.
When I am laughing or crying.
When I am asleep or awake.
I can always feel You.

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