All dream, all dream,
A winter whim…
Let heaven fall down on the hills.
Let snows and stars a secret know;
And forest guards will greet with bow.
Why shall I go? What shall I see?
Why shan’t the night wish I would sleep?..
Lest blizzard veil the universe,
Sing gently, gently,
Sing like birds.
If angels play the silver strings,
Come down, sing along with ease:
A winter chorus over Earth
As melody of future birth…
29.10.2025
A winter whim
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