The Christmas ball of town in my hand.
I put it on the Christmas tree, but shortly.
I will be save at snowbound land
Between the branches viburnum. Here only
For night to every sunrise softly, dark.
And so cozy here so lonely,
But wind, that touch my window, read my mark:
"You say you sad you looks another only..."
He knows what he said, and fallen leaves
That feel his touched soul as a willow
In chorus with woodpecker from the eaves:
"You look at world around, not in pillow."
The Christmas ball of town in my hand.
I put it on the Christmas tree, but shortly.
I will be save at snowbound land
Between the branches viburnum. Life's shortly.
For John...
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