Time goes around and once again
Nature has done away with rain.
The northern wind is playing blues,
And clouds bring us white-winged news.
White snow is covering black ground,
Snowflakes are slowly flying round.
It’s time to start the way from scratch
And don’t expect from life too much.
We’re just the shadows in the snow
Dissolved in yellow streetlights glow.
Our paths are empty paper sheets,
We’re getting lost in tangled streets.
The world has got a black-white mess,
As if some two were playing chess.
There was no winner in that game
And nothing wrong. Just winter came.
Winter
© Copyright: Павел Самарин, 2019
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