February was silently shining

Through the clouds...

Through the random sounds...

Through the sharp splinters of ice...

And branches only...

Shaking Naked them lonely

reminded her of her deep ache...

But February did not believe the darkness

And painted with rays her long orgasms

On a white glitter sheets...

One touch - one push

She pressed "delete"...

But February did not get tired of revenge -

Sweeping away her sorrow,

It brings a chance, a choice, a change

Not later, than tomorrow...

February laid a huge white canvas

For her who's looking forward.

For all the people reaching stars

Helping start over...

February was silently shining

Through the clouds...

Through the random sounds...

Through the sharp splinters of ice...