Winter evening creeps in.
The sun is golden.
Among the snow blue,
as if the flame is burning.
But not hot from the fire,
flared up, suddenly.
Everything was ruined, and the heat
no services in the winter.
Only the soul will warm
light of the last beam.
Further: it will darken quickly,
until not close to morning.
The sun is golden.
Among the snow blue,
as if the flame is burning.
But not hot from the fire,
flared up, suddenly.
Everything was ruined, and the heat
no services in the winter.
Only the soul will warm
light of the last beam.
Further: it will darken quickly,
until not close to morning.









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