Snowy thoughts, strange thoughts…

©  by Maria Kurilenko



Snowy thoughts, strange thoughts
I leaf through them unhurriedly
I'm so tired of secret meaning,
Hiding it in my monologues

We look at each other indifferently.
It's me and winter. There is a glass between us.
Without invitation, unbidden,
Snowstorm is knocking at my window on the evening

I'm pulling my curtain tightly again,
I turn on my nightlamp after taking a book
Snow is preparing to listen,it already took a seat
Nestling to the windowsill

Snow butterflies, snow birds
I'm going to get into snow-white bed.
How much snow! And again I dream of
Watercolor of the tender green spring.



Maria Kurilenko