WINTER NIGHT
It swept, it swept around the land
In all its turnings.
The candles burning on a stand,
The candle burning.
As swarm of midges in the dark
To fire flutters,
Rushed flakes of snow from the park
To window shutter.
The storm was shaping on the glass
Some darts and circlings...
The candle burning on the desk,
The candle burning.
On ceiling, lit up by a blaze
The shadows tossing,
Of crossing arms and crossing legs,
Of fate-doom crossings.
And to the floor, your little shoes
With taps were slipping.
And wax from night-light on your dress,
Like tears, was dripping.
And all has vanished in a daze,
Snow white and ashen
The candle burning on the desk,
The candle burning.
The flame was flickered by the wind...
Heat of temptation
Heaved, as an angel, its two wings
In cross-form fashion.
It swept that month without rest
Again and over,
The candle burning on the desk,
The candle burning...
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