The frost’s her comrade, cold her dearest friend,
Admirers swarm—her circles never end.
The moon’s her brother, stars her family bright,
And sorrow’s name has never touched her life.
The frost will soothe her, cold will make her wake,
A playful breeze drifts in for friendship’s sake.
And stars will shine for her beyond the dark…
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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