The Windows are curtained with snow,
a light twilight stands at the gate.
The year watches the clock invisibly
and silently with itself conducts.
Everything for happiness: powder lightness,
the rustle of wings that birds send us,
even the sleeping wordless bushes
unexpected snow salute!
Lanterns awakened tenderness
draws a warm orange circle,
and as in childhood gives serene
a world without tears, without worries and separations.
02.01.2020
The Windows are covered with snow...
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