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.
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