Instead of You
Blizzard goes mad
on the other side of the window.
Shadows dance on roofs of houses.
You sleep?
What do you see in your dreams?
Does the moon shine too brightly?
Does the wind blow in a window?
Has a star fallen to disturb you?
Are trains shouting too loudly?
Just now, the wind has brought me
all your troubles on his wing.
I shall read them at night,
and I shall cry Instead of you.
You will wake up in the morning,
and will recollect no bad problems!
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