In place of you the winter came,
my hands became so blue.
It turns to me miscarried pain,
when lullaby not sing.
I stand in front of frozen wind,
which leaks through broken minds.
And snow wraps, the light me blind
but I begin to live.
After reading “ the Joy Luck Club”
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© Copyright: Христина Чисталева, 2019
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