January

What a heavy sky
 At the dawn of January.
 It's weighing on my head.
 It frightens me.
 
 And not to be crushed,
 And to save myself,
 I sit under the Christmas tree decorated
 With an empty plate almost.
 
 And tangerine peels
 Protective laying out circle,
 I purr with pleasure
 And waiting for the arrival of friends.
 
               02.01.2020


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