We darted from the table to the window,
as soon as the chimes sounded.
And fireworks resounding beauty,
with a smile, arm in arm watching.
January-February... and then December, -
the months of the seasons will pass again.
The calendar was hung up again,
which will indicate where and what is reasonable.
Started new journey on the fate of, -
learn again mistakes and good luck.
We need to keep ourselves in the saddle,
striving forward and nowhere else.
A year later again amicably at the table
glasses will rise with hope.
Another year we will meet, so that later
accumulate happy life balls.
Happy life balls
© Copyright: Эмма Тимуровна Сысоева, 2020
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