Sitting on the floor, standing near fir tree
You believe that sometime,
You will see the shadow of the Last New Year.
But snow knocking in our window
And we feel that New Year comes.
You made up a fir tree, but forgot the citrus.
And sometimes you think that all of this is circus.
So, New Year coming and you bought the presents,
Listen bells of Christmas and think that New Year coming.
New Year s White Poetry
© Copyright: Третья Птица, 2014
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