This year, in winter

All the winter 
this year
I locked myself
in the house
as a naughty child
I enjoyed the snow,
toasted bread on the coals;

All the winter this year
I laughed with myself
as ever
I inflated sleeping
and I left my room cluttered 

This year,
neither frost did not fall into my house
I played dice
with the feeling
incidentally found
into the ashbin 
Now, I keep wearing another life,
full of hint

This winter I threw the fate
to enjoy what life brings



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2 responses to “This year, in winter

  1. You winter sound sweet. Sounds like you had nice cold days to be lazy and cozy. *envious*

  2. Yes, indeed ^^)) Thank youuuu ))

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