The white flakes slow downfall
And silence not destroyed by it.
In moonlight silver shines for all,
My footsteps breake the pure list.
The past is vanishing at last
In white and virgin field of snow,
The future does not even trust
On present silver moonlight glow.
This moment has the shortest span
But it enough for being full,
In silence live without plan
And listen voice of snowfall.
To understand the language-life
I need to know snow-shine
Which silently exists in light
Of moon beyond my thoughts and lie.