From white forms in the horizons snow,
The dreams descend in dandelions decisive row,
At the other side of the soul
For other laws they call.
Crossing fiords of the pure reason,
From the silent white of the season,
The hope becomes the children’s snowman
Towards that, the smile of the sun ran.
A vague awing hand and a secret motion
Followed the blond Borealis` strong emotion;
A thunder storm brought the flint’s echo and blood.
Is Noah prepared for the fulfillment of a new flood?