A gracious winter touches hearts
And melts them step by step,
We are so many miles apart,
But I still comprehend
The meaning of those pointless words,
The jargon of the night,
The destiny that burns and hurts,
The clarity of light.
I miss your touch, I know so well,
We'll never grow apart,
I've put on you a kind of spell
To always have your heart.
A gracious winter
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2023
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