One winter day
sleeps deep beneath the snow
to lullabies of Wind...
The Distorting Mirror Kingdom
I remember I entered your office
on one winter day. You were alone.
My short visit had colored your profile,
I did not understand what it was.
You were sitting at your office table,
tried to hide promptly gray shining eyes
in science papers. Your fingers were dashing
through white sheets. Nothing could quench cheeks' blush.
When I saw the profoundly reason,
I was ready to sink through the floor:
this lost page had been found and lyrics
bared entirely smashed lonely soul...
30.10.2025
P.S.: I miss you much...
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