In St Petersburg, a meeting took place,
Between Putin and Witkoff, with a serious face.
Four hours passed, with talks so fine,
On Ukraine's fate, a settlement to design.
Donald Trump tweeted, with a message so bold,
"Get moving, Russia, the people are cold."
Thousands dying, in a war so dire,
A ceasefire needed, with no time to tire.
Kirill Dmitriev said, with a smile so wide,
The talks were productive, a step inside.
But Trump was frustrated, with a tweet so strong,
"Russia must move, the war can't last long."
Keith Kellogg denied, with a statement so clear,
He suggested partition, without a speck of fear.
A reassurance force, with zones to control,
In Ukraine's west, with a post-ceasefire goal.
But Kellogg corrected, with a message so bright,
"I was speaking of resiliency, not partition in sight."
The White House remained silent, without a word to say,
As Europe agreed, on military aid to pay.