Читать книгу Star Wanderer writes. A soft whisper on the lips. Contemporary Prose - - Страница 35

I want to wake up beside you and turn my face to you so that you can see the grateful joy in me. I will cry softly, without awakening the longing in my heart. I will speak softly so that no one can hear, words only for you. I’ll just live and love, Like the simple old man on the roof who has taken his hut of love and built it above. He’s no longer strong enough to fall down and up again. And he flew more and more silently. He cherished his wings. He was happy and lived his life without foreign thoughts in it. But he was happy for those who, like him, strove to build their huts higher.