I am kissing her while she is asleep… On her cheeks leaving traces of heat, fearing that she doesn’t melt. While she sleeps, her soul, through closed eyelids, wanders around being so gentle, fluffy.
I know, when she wakes up she would go quite and I will miss her. She would stay calm but behind a brave and sharp look in her eyes she will suffer and quietly mourn every time she is wounded.
And it's easy to wound her, so when the sun suddenly touches her wet, hazel eyes, she begins to melt like a snowflake.
I will not give her to anyone! I am kissing her while she is asleep…
to my daughter Ana
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