A winter trace keeps slapping in the face,
In covers souls with dim and cold elation.
Another season and another phase
Of whiteness, pureness with no limitations.
You turn into a figure made of snow,
And follow all my dreams with lonely gestures,
You smile at me, wherever I can go,
So that your charm can overcome congestions.
#winter #traffic jam #friendship #cold
A winter trace
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2022
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