Winter frost deep in your heart,
It’s everywhere, it brokes and hurts.
It was so far, but now it is near
And now it dries and freezes your tears.
The twilight light, it dies so fast,
Your dreams have gone, and turn to dust…
No time to run from death’s embrace -
It turns to you and shows its face…
Frost
© Copyright: Дмитрий Дегтярев, 2007
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