The snow was falling over night so late,
In large blotches softly uncouthly it laid.
It fell silently, and ding was in ears,
All along of this crystal stillness
On this planet inside and outside...
The snow covered everything a bit at a time,
It fell, covering and trying to hide
Far off things of past and human eyes.
The snow turned out to be a robber at night:
Thinly it stole all my memories.
There, behind the window I didn't see a face,
Looking the snow falling down I couldn't reminisce,
Human smiles and voices and their gaze.
And when I woke
On my table, in the pockets of coat,
In coffe's mug, on the wall,
Under bed and in my soul... -
There was no recall.
2010
The snow was falling over night so late
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