from February to spring

...because I was looking for you at dawn,
 in the branches of willows, the first days of November silver,
 because & nbsp; squares of Windows & nbsp; passed,
 through this icy yard came,-
 I see, managed to what you feel,
 blowing through the features showed through,-
 this crown of sky-lit hair,
 like a crown, - & nbsp; its hoisting-downhill,-
 here is and women hangs with February until spring,
 here is the skin whiter than a sheet of white,
 here is already allow each other & nbsp; silenced ,
 that's the tears of these people I can study,
 now you and I & nbsp; only the sky should,-
 raising a candle and photon waves
 this is not enough, but how many of those,
 that pupils are regarded as a couple of holes…
 ...do not rush time, - turns its millstones,-
 will grind and sift and where the grass is,
 will be placed that these, those not at Affairs,..-
 how much you couldn't, & nbsp; so much  I didn't  want…
 Until the candle burns out itself,-
 white was stearin  and February, & nbsp; and winter.