If you see on the snow
The pattern or the trait,
You can foresee the blow:
The traitor is the fate,
Whose task is to pursue,
To catch, to kill, to tame;
And on the paper you
See and discern the same;
You hunt it, but you fail.
Who catches the flying bird?
The letter is the trail
Of the escaping word.
The letter
© Copyright: Владимир Микушевич, 2013
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