Dedicated To Wendy Macdonald From Australia
5.
What is winter in Australia?
Can be she the cousin of Russian winter?
Or, possibly, the Australian and Russian winters are
Simply good friends?
But maybe they never even heard about each other!
6.
I wait the Night at my home.
She always understands me.
She gives the moon and stars.
Together, we drink tea.
Tears drip into my cup.
She speaks to me:
«You mustn’t cry!»
She helps me to go to bed
and gives kind dreams,
Which is why I forget
about the sadness.
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