keep your eyes open,
then you will see
the snow and the hoarfrost
on the fur-trees
soaring snowflakes
under the sky
they're falling on my lips
like butterflies
croaking ravens
on tops of the trees
are trying to remind me
how to be free
walking through forest,
holding your hand
I understand
that you're not just a friend
On winter
© Copyright: Олеся Ильющенкова, 2010
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