а все, что ты хочешь, я вышлю тебе...

and all you want
I will send you a parcel -
poems, promises, smiles
and last summer ...
i remember melt in the sun
dreams and sweets
and see how they sprinkle snow
ruthless salt.
don't think - since
on the rolled ice not a foot:
because I’m too careful ...
well ... in terms of weather.
almost getting used to having
complete freedom
but still
bye bye
quietly howling ...

(c) Olga Marchevskaya