Preparing for the holiday has resurrected time
we celebrated someone's birthday in the big work room.
I hoped you come, my Beast, that day and you did not deny
the invitation. You came in and sat against. You looked
at me hiding shy sight. I lowed then down, fading behind
the big wide monitor: it is so stupid... I liked you
were eating a sweet cake, looking at me. I caught your sight,
peeping sly out... This peeping game was touching. It's true...
It was the lovely proof of your bright feelings and sad mood
were rising up with every short meeting of the eyes.
A lot of butterflies are touching heart in time I look
again backwards. Such memories kindle the hope's gleaming light.
25.12.2025
I like sweets, don't you?
The peeping game
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