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...