A wind is knocking in my door.
It asks to let it in.
And folds of my windows want it more
Then anything I’ve ever seen.
Shrink into oneself and live as lived?
Or open my mind to be changed?
No one of variants come right me. My gift
Has not so much strange.
I’m in embarrassment. I’m still not sure.
What should I do in this case?
But I’ve decided. I’ll open my door,
And shadow of smile will have brightened my face.