Sonnet

Winter in Siberia,
Cold weather, molten heart,
I wishing well for your
Bright soul which full of light.

Explore the horizons,
Realize your dreams
Do everything
What you best to seem.

Just smile a lot,
And never cry
I believe that your hope will never die.

In holy fest of love
Doesn’t fade away
Maybe you find satellite of your life-way.


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