Cloud Gate
Descending again from the cloudy sky
over the cold-eyed steel giants,
listening to the same old sad serenade,
the sorrowful flakes are dancing on the winding paths.
Winter's pale shrouds cover mysteries.
A huge frozen tear reigns lifeless in silence
like in an enchanted world.
Snows smoothly with semi-bright stars,
and confusing white angels,
on the streets that are ended in the lake.
Old memories fall apart.
I can barely remember it. It was a long time ago
when the snow was the greatest joy.
I stop on the street with no name that leads nowhere,
covered up in nostalgia.
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