I`m charmed with this winter,
I`m charmed with its snow.
It makes my soul glitter,
And no one allowed
To see how it feels
With the half-frozen senses
To make my mind chills
By your savage defenses.
Chorus:
I seek for my wonderful Christmas event
Expect for a fir-tree symbolic green scent
I seek for you, baby, but you gone so far
You sparkle my past like first Jesus star
I`m caught in the middle
Of frizzy slow morning
It`s world secret riddle
How you make me mourning
Just you were allowed
To give me the reason
Why you are so cold
In long winter prison
Chorus
Song dedicated POTF Poets of the fall
© Copyright: Анна Долгашова, 2015
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