White snow kisses my cheeks so softly,
Falls to earth with a laughing sigh.
Tonight I long for you only –
You have broken what once was our tie.
You chose not to fly through the open sky,
Like that whimsical, fairy tale snow.
Could not hold me with warmth in your eyes –
And forgot that I’m human, I know.
You stepped back, sank down, closed the door,
Like still water turning to ice.
Only grace can lift me once more,
And the love of the Father, so wise.
27 December 2016, St. Petersburg
Assorov
Photo from the author’s archive.
Saint Petersburg, Shuvalovsky Nature Reserve, 2020.
White snow kisses my cheeks so softly
© Copyright: Виктор Ассоров, 2026
Свидетельство о публикации №126032404275
Свидетельство о публикации №126032404275
Рецензии