Woke up and turned to the world to see
How the humble morning pleased
To be the same as the coffee pace,
To be the harmony, and to embrace
Your lovely dimpled face.
You run your finger along the rim of the cup
Back and forth
Looking at the clouds brought up
In the North.
All of it is close to the words
That are about to be voiced:
Made you mesmerised
With its candle lights,
«Buon Natale», the emerald mistletoe sighs.
Buon Natale
© Copyright: Яна Жигалова, 2021
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