I won't touch your tender skin.
Sleep and don't regret that.
After all these years I see -
friendship's all about us.
Nothing more for us to rise -
nothing will fulfil us.
I see flames in our hearts -
stigmatized by fears.
Fear that truth! And sleep now..
In your dream I'll come.
Then when bonds are no more
you'll be surely mine.
Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2007 ©
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