I know you by heart...
At the caress of the word woolen...
I love you and not to go
And not give it to another...
I learn you by sound -
In the warbling of birds and cherry branches!
Let's warm by meet the separation,
Is that the world whispers: "where are you?.. Where are you?"
December bowed in curtsey,
Tickles our bare ankles...
And we dance in a white dance
On a snow-swept roof...
You hold my wrist gently,
Like you're afraid of losing...
And the sky is not in stand by -
We're showered with star rice...
Ekaterina Kraynova
I know you by heart
© Copyright: Екатерина Крайнова Поэт, 2018
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