Alone
by Mikhail Salita
The frost’s her comrade, cold her closest friend,
A swarm of admirers—her circles never end.
The moon is her brother, the stars are her kin,
And sorrow’s a word she has never let in.
The frost will caress her, the cold will revive,
A wandering breeze drifts in—she feels it alive.
The stars through her window keep watch in the night—
The stars lean close outside her windowpane,
Yet New Year’s Eve she meets—alone, unchained.
Alone
© Copyright: Михаил Салита, 2026
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