When dreams got numb with cold weather,
In a chilling and roaring blast,
An angel of spring descended
To visit his friend at last.
The winter blizzard was raging,
The snowstorm roared o’er her head,
And a pair of wings ascended
From the sleeping girl’s sullen bed.
Is this a storm or an angel,
Who sings in the grievous night?
Nocturnal winds have blown out
Her light with their blasphemous might.
At dawn all was covered with snow –
As white, as a winding-sheet,
As white, as angelic singing
Of one, we might never meet…
When Dreams Get Numb With Cold Weather
© Copyright: Михаил Пустохайлов, 2007
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