Rest, that purple sleeps in your eyes. Breathe in the morning scent and freshness. Do not say anything. I was traveling on you - above the waves of lashes, wrapped in his soul. Imagine that I stand at the door, that kiss balsam, to flow into your palms my bleeding wounds. My classes touched your hands and became fuller, dreaming of long sleep. I opened the entrance to my cave to see her craving for the beautiful light. Rub with roses. May the cold under my wings drop the snow of the impossible, melted the horseshoes of dreams, carrying them to the river and to quench the thirsty, to silence on the sides of roses in a beautiful day