Run snow, run snow,
Run from the clouds on the run,
Spitting snow clouds
In snow, as in coward and enemy.
And we go, to the hand of the hand,
You're physically close to me,
But with every step – like snow,
You want to run.
My heart whispers longing:
"Let her go, say & quot; bye & quot;»,
But I'm fooling around,
Rushing from the mouth of a Blizzard,
And, as if confusing the coast,
Your hand is getting tighter.
And from top to bottom from high
Run snow, run snow...
01.01.2020
Run snow, run snow
© Copyright: Мария Филипповна Макарова, 2020
Свидетельство о публикации №120010303178
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