
December 11, 2025 02:24 PM
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Christmas tale
I lie and look at the Christmas tree,
as if in its lights you can see someone’s warm thoughts about me.
Each little light is like a


Hi! I often laugh with my eyes—there's something warm and slightly spicy in them, like autumn on the steppe. Brown, like tea with honey. Someone says that there is something oriental about me, and I just smile in response. Let it be a mystery.
Hi! I often laugh with my eyes—there's something warm and slightly spicy in them, like autumn on the steppe. Brown, like tea with honey. Someone says that there is something oriental about me, and I just smile in response. Let it be a mystery.

I lie and look at the Christmas tree,
as if in its lights you can see someone’s warm thoughts about me.
Each little light is like a