Blizzard and Night
(To My best Friend Ira)
When outside my window there is a blizzard and night,
and the fireplace heats up my home,
suddenly my good friend will come to me.
We drink tea together.
We sing songs with guitar accompaniment,
and we read verses until morning.
On a table there is a pie and the beautiful candle,
and the fireplace heats up our room.
Night gives to the sky a necklace of stars.
My dream has ended. I am sorry,
but not even the fireplace is present in my home.
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