The turn of the year,
Calculation of my thoughts
the anchor.
Longing arch bridge
build.
I have lost
death of golden grain.
I have cried, laughed,
danced quietly.
In the bosom of Mother Earth all
always falls, tears,
laughter, memories of growing
Ash wood-supporting.
I have listened to the familiar
steps echoes of my door.
Let the pungent viper
to bite the bosom.
The memories, broken heart
hidden in a box.
I feel how the wind
grabs my hair.
Unfortunately, caught in the groin.
New Year boomerang
by law to recover
hot longing.
Longing for love,
tediously another person creates.
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