Inspired by snow queens
XXLove letters
Date When we had many children,
My
thoughts used to melt in your hands,
On
your lips,
Like
sugar in your coffee,
It
hasn’t snowed yet,
This
year winter came on time,
Like
it used to come,
Only
coffee doesn’t taste like it used to taste,
The same coffee, the same spoon of sugar,
It
doesn’t taste like childhood,
It
doesn’t taste like celebration,
It
doesn’t taste like nonchalance,
It doesn't taste like love,
They
have just waked up,
They
scream ‘You are colder than the snow queen,
It
is very cold,
This
year winter came shamelessly early,
And you are talking nonsense’,
They
know that music happens,
Only
when God laughs,
Faith
is abundant light,
Not
wearing sun protection,
Money
is nothing,
Air
is toxic,
They
call eternity by its nickname,
They
know for sure what others guess,
They
don’t know the power gravity has,
It
can’t be fought with violin bows,
They
believe fiddlesticks are swords,
They
believe in their strength,
They
eat always with tuning forks,
They use music sheets like napkins,
Those
were custom-made,
They
think napkin rings are jewels,
They
are the face of my life,
They
are its summary, its sense and its unbroken mirror,
All
angels get released,
Just
with one glance at the sky,
Sliding
down the staircase railing,
What
happy midgets,
They
wave their legs in the air,
They
can tear the heavenly prison to colors,
Angels
start working at once,
Only
with their presence,
They
paint all saints’ halos,
They
never speak about what yesterday I lost,
They
speak only about what I will find,
I
like a new sound,
They
go out to bury a cat,
It
is in the shoe box,
It’s
a frozen rag doll,
The
mouth is half-open,
I
warn ‘It is too late,
Make
no noise in the hour of the cat’,
They
comfort me ‘Mom, it’s OK. Don’t cry. It died last night. We’ll take the best
care of death,
You
were the best teacher,
Don’t
worry,
What
we should do,
We
know’,
They
are too wonderful,
They
won’t be like us,
They
are not us,
No,
I
pin all my hopes on them,
My
hopes are always light,
Also they
are much colder than snow.
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