The First of December

Serenity of concrete plates like piece of sugar lies and waits, Vain magpie flies over the gates of snow of winter, But soul is tired it cannot wait to play its role to listen Fate and think again: it will be late to save the cinder. The eyes of magpie look ahead, The trunks stand near lake, they're sad, They want leaves back, but leaves are dead, They're missing. I walk I have some time to walk, The sky is clean, there is no fog, the sky gives breath, we have a talk - I'm breathing. Oh, winter you can knock my door You're welcome, let your gown is poor, The forest's cold - it's under snow, But you don't worry: The light will pass, it will be dark, Oh, winter don't complain in park, Just give me stars I say for luck and don't feel sorry.