* My Sweet Winter At The Seashore, Tart, Anticipated. Traces Over The Crunched Pebble. Impressions Up Scooped Poem by Anna Polibina-Polansky
* My Sweet Winter At The Seashore, Tart, Anticipated. Traces Over The Crunched Pebble. Impressions Up Scooped
Rattling of the sand under the heels. Grace and pang and sweetness. Things go on this way, And the sultry westher feels tart. Visit my daydreams unless I am back to severe frosts, To the ulcer of the crude North. Things to learn from the daily experience Of being adored. December,2022; Sochi.
Sunday, December 11, 2022
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