Who are you, night visitor?
Voice: "Your guardian angel."
Will you sit by the fire with me?"-
I baked bread with caraway seeds.
Warm, fragrant, ripe,
Like your dress – white.
It will satisfy you enough,
As your kind word.
We're wasting time,
The wind has blown it away.
Seems to be jealous forever
To our meetings with you.
Night visitor
© Copyright: Эдуард Гавриилович Фомин, 2020
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