New Year Magic
When street lamps are on already
In the afternoon and roads are hidden
Under snow with tinsel and confetti
Scattered around, when air smells of
Frozen fur-needles and mandarins you
Can feel cozy and leisurely joy
Of the New Year appoaching...
These days bring that special warmth
Never repeated throughout the year.
It comes from the burning candles
Аnd wishes of happiness as
Well as from a cup of wonderful tea.
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