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It came anyway… With a gentle fury…
Time has begun again…
With a breath of childhood and old age..
Equally pure and vicious…
The beauty is unbridled.
An old woman – haggard and white.
You my joy… My wound…
A kiss before parting…
Face of marble… Gray curl…
A smile… And a tear… Different…
Oh my god you are so wise…
I don’t want…I want you primary…
Purified from rotten Autumn..
From the caresses of a ripe Summer…
From Spring, silly… From a song…
From verse… From everything so familiar…
Came to me…Brand new…
Believe it! You’re not old at all.
My life is insured –
walking down the sidewalk…
I’m careful not to slip…
And you dutifully support me…
Relax… I won’t freeze…
Blow on my old paws…
It’s beautiful… Naïve… Icy…
Ah, you!… My door opened!
It came anyway… And for the last time
snow me up.
December 20, 2017
6 o’clock 30 m. in the morning
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