Far away

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Uranus. Silver Millennium.

The thin silhouette of graceful legs that glide playing along the turquoise waves ... light weightless, delightful, elusive as a dream ... you are with me again, in front of my inner gaze. My ideal, my wonderful, my love ...

The hem of the silk dress curls, whirls, flies to the sides; the wind plays with your hair, gently strokes your head, caresses your face, as if it missed you immensely, endlessly and saw you again ... after tables ... years? centuries? Millenniums? Who knows, who remembers? The main thing is that you are close again, the main thing is that you are with me again and every moment my heart beats, and every moment I feel that I live - again ...

Although it seemed that the heart had forgotten what it meant to love, the eyes - to catch your movements, the hands - to feel the tenderness of touch ... and only in my head, somewhere in the farthest corner, dusty, covered with ashes of days spent without you - there lived your image , light, clean, graceful, elusive and inviting.

I am only calm with you, only with you can I enjoy, only with you - I remember how to breathe, hear, see ...

Hello again, my dear, my beloved, my tender ...
How joyful is the touch of your hands for me: you touch my face, and I feel them on my heart, warmly, sweetly ... it lets go, the pain goes away. There is a lot of it, emptiness, dullness, too much ash, but it leaves drop by drop, lets go a little, and I kiss your palm, in gratitude for the fact that you always heal me, that you bring me back to myself ...

Living in a world without you is a test of endurance, a path in the desert, where there is only dry land and sand of the same countless days ...
I don't know when I'll have to return, how long to live without you, but I don't want to think about it ... Now - only you, only your thin silhouette fluttering above the waves. Healing of my withered soul, beauty for my eyes, a fresh sip of clean cool water for the traveler. Touch me, my lips ... give me drink, pour into me the strength to live on, give me hope to see you again, and someday to hug you forever ...

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