Tell me, what is the use
Of waiting tomorrow's news,
Remembering yesterday's grief,
And hasten a New Year Eve?
Tell me, what is the use
Of listening to lunar blues,
Just to exist, to breathe,
While everything is so brief!
Close your sleepy eyes,
Leave out snow and ice,
Nothing is so much nice
As your enveloping dream:
dim-dim, dim-dim, dim-dim....
Hibernation
© Copyright: Светлана Сиверко, 2020
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