A flake passed through the windows: it's the first ...
You know if you go away I'm afraid.
I'd like someone to call me by name ...
I feel so alone and small,
As if we were alone in the world.
Through the steamy and transparent glass,
She looks out the flowers in the glastre,
With the neck stretched towards the sun absent.
It is dark. And the fire, through the nooks,
It flashes blue flashes
With unstable and soft shadows.
Listen ... what is it?
With the broken, muddy cloth,
With wet hair,
He was looking at the fall in the room
And it flashes my fingers with rain.
It's cold. And he felt, outside,
That in the soul I kept a corner of summer ...
The mirror comprises the whole room
In the water, it is full of ice and frost.
- Stay!…
Outside with petals
Artificial chrysanthemums,
And no one goes down the street ...
In my extended hand I let it fall
The wasting of your thoughts,
And look at us when you are silent,
Surprised that we still love it as a beginning. (O.Cazimir)
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