Winter Song

by

Y.VARUM.trns.

The Moon will squeeze
Its fatty face
                In dirty mist
And puddles lace
The icy fist
                On rotten base

The iceberg will share
The ocean fantasies
                Embracing the night nowhere
And Northern wind without mercy
Enjoins the Pole to stand bare
                Cutting snowflakes from the galaxy.

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