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Me missing Russian winters

Winter Refuge

V2hg_6uu1fcby Viktoriya Kozina10 Jan 2021

I miss the snowflakes slowly falling on the greyish land
I call for the calmness and the low volume of winter
When the perfectly white blanket covers everything,
Covers sorrows of the fall, covers impoverished trees.

The winter tells you that death is not pain, it's salvation.
A new white sheet for others to write on.
The ends aren't sad or happy, they are white.

I miss the endless forests and space around me
With only echoes of my own voice.
And there is nothing left but truth
A white background reveals and hides together
It is a chance to breathe, a chance to rest.