marți, 22 februarie 2011

Obsolete Snows


Do not cry on the shoulder
Of obsolete snows
White snowflakes of every winter
You will feel and will see
The love that they
Once caressed
Melted with the snowman
From another time
Do not cry, with snowflakes
On your cheeks,
Love is not eternal
It is a snowflake
That came to lighten,
For a while, the eyelash in your life
It melted and only left a tear
That flows out of a snowflake
Where is the snow
That even took love with her?

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