a little something - Renata Frolova

Lost in now, lost in work 

struggling through piles of paperwork,

I am growing old faster than dreams are forgotten.

What is there left to please me? 

A little melody

for your full flirty lips to whistle in mischief, 

a little tango 

to tickle my senses, 

a little shiver

to fall from my friend’s shoulders 

for me to pick up and warm her with a hug, 

a little cold breeze in the morning 

to play with my heart and make my face frown, 

a little kiss sent by a loved one all the way from the end of the world…

for me to inhale

and piles of paperwork 

for me to come back to tomorrow 

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Renata Frolova (20th century) Denmark

Source: Voices.net