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  • Fyodor


It is not winter already,

but I am shivering softly,

I can say what a lovely,

heartbeats make it lively,

neither of us breaks that deadly,

I felt so alone lately,

I was drowned that blue

and no one comes to rescue.

She stole all my true

feelings in the world of no value.

When did you steal my heart, my queen?

With your hair all painted green

and your sweetness never seen.

(Was that) When I stuck in forest and river between?

God, please turn me into a snowflake,

then put me on her sake,

that may correct my mistake,

even if her warmth makes me a little lake.

-FD (04.12.21)

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