Anna M. Ostrovskaya. Cold March (№ 364024)

My sun, something I had a very cold March.
Very chilly to look like off your beam.
I miss the sparks of happiness in your eyes
the smiles, the jokes, the faith that would be better.
I miss the real you
not crushed the conditions and boredom.
In the tune of the summer in a wide your soul,
by the happiest of my life minutes.