Kissing lips of winter with November,
Life is going smoothly up the hills,
I leave behind rhetoric innuendos.
Today the things perceptible and real.
The evening 's chasing, drawn in moving windows.
The white flakes cover heated city stone.
I live two lifes a year, that's healthy reason
To stay same, to keep sane and reborn.
I seem to have forgotten whom I've known,
I have forgotten what I had to breathe.
I'm open, pure as first white snow.
So start my life, I'm ready to begin.
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© Copyright: Мария Баулина, 2015
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