The candle on the tree was burning out...
It was New year's eve ...and we must live...
I've been getting used to it for a long time,
That nothing else can be.
Winter came and decided everything
It's high time for you and me.
You, love, I deleted
From memory, I hope, forever.
Needles pricked the tree,
And the kids know that...
I was recovering for a long time
And she blew the ashes out of her soul...;
It was New year s eve...
© Copyright: Кирилл Сергеевич Шестаков, 2020
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