When It Is Snowing
When it is snowing,
I see my thoughts.
They go round and round
together with snow-flakes
above the earth.
When it is snowing,
I hear voices
of my memories.
They invite me
into the days
of my youth...
When it is snowing,
I sense my own fairy-tales.
They go near my house,
They want to find me,
and to help me.
Copyright © Dina Televitskaya | Year Posted 2008
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