Oh, frosty drifting snow of winter!
Thanksgiving prayers are passing on.
White snowflakes,
Which were streaming after me -
So crispy fresh
And whiter than white snow.
Fell for brisk moments
Upon my steep shore-line of sorrow
As if they wished to keep the silence
At times when met
And unified with the cold blue hush,
Whilst spun and swirled
In crisp and stormy winter dance'
So ever bitter February month..
translated 5 June 2019
Snowflakes
© Copyright: Айжан Сакеновна Мухамеджанова, 2019
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