I like you
And everything like you
Which gives me warmth
No matter winter's coming forth
Heath's still within me
The summer's with me
A warm November afternoon
In the garden
I'm caressing my black kitten
His purr's in my ear
I 've no cold feelings
Although a somehow cold wind's blowing
My kitten's trembling
There's warm milk for him indoors
Where always summer blows...
Ayten Suvak
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