Marina TsvetaevaA kiss on the forehead — erases misery. I kiss your forehead. A kiss on the eyes — lifts sleeplessness. I kiss your eyes. A kiss on the lips — is a drink of water. I kiss your lips. A kiss on the forehead — erases memory. 1917 Tags: LoveRomantic LoveRussiaFree VerseShort poemUncategorized