Wrapped
in your warm shawl
Looking
out of the window
Sleeplessly
loud city
Crawling
noisily towards the dawn
You
scribble my name
A
slow magical movement
Of
your index finger
Dipped
in an invisible ink
Of
your moist breaths
On
the window-glass
I
love the way you look
Longingly
The
spell of your smiling lips
Is
nothing less than a kiss
I
start melting down from the glass
While
you shamelessly think about me
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