3 years ago. September 19, 2021 at 7:59 PM
And the heart does not need loud posts with lofty words. Sometimes a soft whisper in your ear "My girl" is enough, sometimes a short and shrill growl "My!", And sometimes silence and silence for two; a look in which you drown without a trace; touch, from which you forget how to breathe or smell, dear and painfully familiar to your soul.
And the feeling of a drop of warmth means more and more expensive than bright exclamations, so that your heart is filled with red, hot avalanche blood, so that the layers of ice on it move and thaw in your soul.
And it doesn't matter what's outside the window. It is important what you live, what you breathe, or who and what your soul lives with. It is important what is alive in you...
SD
