Lonely Snow

In this lonely snow,
I saw white on a pure white canvas,
little blood drops of my birds
I walked like in my dream
just with my spirit around
rising thoughts, warm heart
cold and empty eyes.
In this lonely snow
I walked alone, in my peace
with my weapon of sorrow,
you didn`t exist on this whiteness
sharp silence, blindness,
I`m alone and my birds died.

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:: January.014