Vladimir Prikhodko (poet). (№ 409223)

You hear some rustle,
If you look out the window.
Snow falls on the roofs,
Definitely in silent movies.
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Can you hear or can't you hear?
Whispering, whispering.
Snow falls on the roofs,
The snow outside the window is circling.
It seems sweet.
I wish I could run to the river,
That would lick stealthily
An asterisk on his arm!