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Алена Стасюкенене
Tonight, at past 7 p.m.
At snowball, fast and furious,
En touche at the central pier
The sledge’s zipped. And I was curious.

Oh, jokes and a tingling laughter
Were spreading the evening outside.
I skipped  auburn hair after
I noticed the figure besides.

Another companion tried
To create winter fantasy
And sledging – the one more desired
And more dear than me.

--Oh, bother, I cannot breathe!--
You shouted loud and laughing
Fur collar that slipped beneath
You wrapped over her, muffling.

The crowd is live, night is fun!
The muff is full of shopping.
You drove in the blizzard run,
Tete-a-tete, coat-to-coat, hopping.
 
A violent volcano inside
Was chilled by the snowflakes’ essence.
The couple of moments I
Watched after, seemed me so endless.

I touched my winter coat bosom
Trying to split fur apart.
Kay has been totally frozen-
The Snow Queen of my heart.

 

10.03.2023


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