Silence reigns amid the void.
Earth is covered with the snow,
Pale and bright is morning glow.
Black and rich is naked soil.
Stones guard the sleep of those,
Who had lived enough for tales.
Feel the air, please, inhale.
Cemetery smells like a rose.
Black and wistful are the trees
In the deep and sombre forest,
Hissiang you "Memento Mori"
Guarding stones that lull the sleeps.
Winter Silence
© Copyright: Мария Баулина, 2016
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