Behind the road curtains

There is time to love - just thaw the roads, make room in the winter garden for those like us - stray dogs. And the cold with whips is punishing us. With ice pins stuck to the knees. There is no way in two cold temples to grow up excited seas. There is no time, honey, hate ... There will be two plates in the evening, the pictures of the dresser will keep us and will remind us that we are. Children will be called, then a month or two will forget us, but we will be with you the rock, where better than us. Only this world is given for love! Another I do not know if there will be ... Outside, we are always lonely, dear, no one, if we do not get passionate about this winter.