Читать книгу Star Wanderer writes. A soft whisper on the lips. Contemporary Prose - - Страница 6

The silent sentence between the lines hides itself clumsily. And I won’t repeat it. I couldn’t hold a grudge. I ran to you quickly. To embrace you and cry, “I’m coming to you! My beloved. In my letter, always hello to you! I’ll never forget the beautiful words you wrote back to me. The unimaginable joy of your embrace! The warmth of your love in my heart. I enjoy these words. I do not hesitate to whisper: “Love me”…