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.....SOTTO VOCE....
the magic prisms of light are dancing on the pine-trees, the sun is gentle and on my face there's a fresh warm breeze, the scent of greenery in shade reminds me your morning kiss... ...a tender gift...... my lips will always miss..... It's such a pleasure to lounge like this... ... observing only treasures: The turquoise of the sky, The emerald of pines, The golden sun...... ...and crystal shattered... ....where the sea caresses the shore...... and so much harmony.... to cast a glamour over a simple human being.... It's so quiet and hard to be .... even in your own presence sure..... And when the gloaming is slightly swaying in the air, creeping with breath into my hair..... the mind is still absorbed with such a beauty ..... and eyes are the reflection..... how horizon from sky-blue turns to pink and purple, and apricot, mauve and rose.... The red-hot disk is quivering in such a pose, from kisses of the refreshing waves.... reminding curly dark hair.... and fingers running through it... ... so slowly and with care.... and nestling close... ... and sotto voce whispering to ear …
Anna Ushakova
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