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you look through your fingers

into the sun

and frown

when shadows move

on your face

and add new details to it

for a brief moment

it seems that you are smiling

February reflects its paleness

on your cheeks

and cold air

makes your breath shallow

with cold fingers

you touch my hand

and I try very hard

not to shiver

there are no more mirrors

at home

I read you ‘The Snow Queen’

before we fall asleep