Winter is dressed in snow.
Life of nature is low.
Queen of depression is here,
She brought freezing fear...
Her hangs curse and bless
Creating inside me stress,
Any voices do quite
Using the silence might.
Frozen clothes I'm dressed,
Ice coffin closed as a chest,
No any heartbeat, no any breath,
Winter is in contact with Death.
Empress on frozen throne
Buried me in ice stone.
Brutal and cruel the stuff.
What I elect to love?
Winter
© Copyright: Лев Семушкин, 2017
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