The snow is falling, falling
I don't see a thing
The white snow
is falling, falling
and it no longer hurts
That I feel like a stranger
in this world
And that
its unmerciful light
doesn’t warm me
Golden, yellow leaves
appearing on roads
First grey hair
on mine
the weirdest of all
The winter is coming
Will they survive?
How I wish
you would touch
my wet cheeks right now
Kiss
my eyes tired
Put your
scarred hands
on mine
The summer apples are ripe
Time to say goodbye
to the green
meadows
let go of the snowbirds
Cover me, winter
with dreams of spring
for primroses
to raise from the dead
after our dying
13.8.2009
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