You're sneaking up on me,
Knocking on the door.
Come in, my traveler.
Don't be shy.
I will heal all your wounds,
I'll hide from problems,
I'll hide from the enemies,
I'll warm you up with my warmth.
I'll pour you some warm tea.
What will you have from the treats?
Don't be shy!
Don't be shy to talk!
And so I'm walking you
Back on your way.
And when will you be back,
Don't forget to come visit.
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Collection of white poems «The smell of the last summer»
PoésieA collection of my white poems «The smell of the last summer». Everything is still being replenished. The last poem was published on April 1, 2024. The translation from Russian into English was began on June 3, 2024. Content: -Morning
