The snow dances in the air,
And in this perfect Christmas mood
The only thing missing is you.
I wish we drank coffee and mulled wine
And held hands, dancing to old jazz,
I wish we went to an art gallery
And saw all the beauty of the world.
The snow dances in the air,
Its patterns are barely invisible yet refined.
The snow is fresh, like my impressions of you.
This snow keeps us together
While we are apart.
A snowfall
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2023
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