SelfPub: Well, hello, short...

Well, hello, short guest of February! Don’t throw snow like that, but rather tell me what you will find with your raid, Is it love, happiness, wisdom or success? Or maybe new roads, a star in your pocket or ringing laughter? Sit down, warm yourself, would you like some tea? You’re angry in your soul, I’ll knit you a sweater, I promise, and give you some lavender in a small sachet. Don’t be angry that you are unwanted and that all your thoughts are there, in the streams of spring, and in my heart I quietly hide a piece of a little dream. Raising the collar of my coat from the evil wind, I will sing about the month of May, looking into your eyes grayer than ashes, I will warm you up, just know that!