The colors of January

For what time I lost myself in the Almond's no-one at your sight ... Shrouded in impossible spaces - just the sparkling dawn of dreams - he does not want to see ... And in the blue of the illusions of the past is cold… Sheets of lassies - they have only budded in anticipation of warm tenderness, covered the winter infinity with its crystals and the wind with his breath broke their fragile twigs ... In front of your glass of wine hesitantly stinking a verse from the bible of hopes, in which we swore, that love will have after the autumn ...