Love In February
My life is not so bad!
I have again the happy instants,
Because I write the in-love poems
to someone.
February, February!
Please, do not cook for us
The new blizzards.
Instead of that, please
send cheerful letters to Spring.
My dear February, you understand:
that we still can love,
We are young and, perhaps,
we are immortal!
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