Silence is in the world
Cold is in the world
White is in the world
Blood is on the snow.
Whitened world is as a clear sheet
I wrote the message on it by my footprints,
Moon read it and agreed by silver light
Can I be dead with skin colour of snow?
Whitened world and snowfall erased
The pray to god of giving mercy
Unanswered and lost between the snowflakes
Can I be cold as the white feeling-less snow?
Whitened world has covered the ruins
Blackest days and filled with pain nights
Meaningless existence of crushed down-world
Without love and care, but with hatred instead.
Like a mirror gleamed moonlight in steel
And heat of killed long-ago
To the colour of undrunk wine
To the white nothigness of dead cold world.
06/12/2011
209 Blood on the snow
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