For dusty lamp of snawfalling
A sunrise timid glows lowly
A days of life as snow rolling
A face of Moon for epochs paly
A trail of night still 'th same twilight
Good day not 'th same if say :"Good night"
For dusty lamp of snawfalling
You can. You want. You're fatum's dolly.
Not you, but anybody falling,
Who knows price of fear, folly,
And on the ground 's snow hem
The threads of stitches torn and then
For dusty lamp of snow storm
The voice of wind as fatum horn...
For dusty lamp of snawfalling...
© Copyright: Иоланта Сержантова, 2021
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