Saturday, 7 June 2014



 
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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