Someone is fussing about in the kitchen
And someone is waiting for a gift.
Probably he does not know what he lives in
Put this night he is waiting for the first meet.
I'm throwing a New Year's tablecloth
It falls to the ground like snow
Someone enters and shakes himself off
I'm sitting at the table alone...
Let the Pouring sparkling rain!
Only New Year's songs sound,
Knocking glasses, splashing champagne,
Miracles are wandering around.
The brightest salute in the sky,
The loudest laughter on the street.
No one sleeps this night,
Transition from year is complete.
All the best things will happen on this day,
Despite the fact that Santa will not come.
This is a great chance to start a new way,
To mark it is necessary it at itself in a home.
New Year s poem
© Copyright: Алиса Верова, 2017
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