Call the neighbors
The elevator door slams
The day is deathly pale
Calm down, heart!
Here are the steps, getting closer
Lips bitten!
The blizzard licks the windows,
I'll wait ... first!
In a stone box
TV lying
Outside - white, no trails,
The snow is getting thicker, thicker!
I would cry now
Or to do something else
But he doesn't want to
Happiness to be forgotten.
A deathly pale day
© Copyright: Ирина Мутовчийская, 2022
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