SelfPub: WITHOUT A TRACE Overhead, ...

WITHOUT A TRACE
Overhead, it happens, the sky sometimes
As if he is furrowing angrily, and then menacingly lead:
Somewhere a solid veil, there the edge lightens,
Clouds pile up there like big blocks of ice,
That dissolve soon without a trace, -
So from dawn to dawn, until it gets dark everywhere...
And the night is voiceless and clear, the blizzard does not wind,
And not a single star in the sky fluctuates!