Stitched through limerick

So gorgeous and bright on the white snow.
By fresh and hot blood I able to draw.
Beauty is not in the glowing distinction of flickering fading day.
It is in the repeating conviction that for now it will no way
My freezing hot blood on the white snow.


Русская версия написана много раньше.
http://www.stihi.ru/2012/05/05/9627


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