(C) WLODEK BLACK
White came in tired sleep
in this warm March
suddenly happen late
snowfall
strange guest, winter elf,
lord of the day ...
And friends leave for a holiday
without me -
without me
you leave,
and I also leave my house ...
Snow, a white canvas like,
in the courtyard of an empty ...
And he is flying, spinning,
and I as I can,
draw your face
on snow,
a picture of that silent,
untitled
I will become warmer,
like
I'm with you ...
But drawing lines unsteady
so not long age,
fleeting smile
hide the snow ...
Snow swirls,
and trees
not shaken dreams ...
Another day, at least
without spring ...
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