There are good things to be described
In winter holidays -
I like to see your mellow eyes
And wish to know of such surprise
That you' prepared to say.
There are good feelings to endure
In winter afternoons -
Your lips are whispering a tune,
I kiss your hands and see the moon,
And smile we share with tombs.
There are good mysteries to touch
In wintry snowy shrine -
Your skin is heating like a punch,
And everything is fine.
A winter day
© Copyright: Искандер Абдулхаеров, 2015
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