Winter
Streets of the city glow in the winter light.
The white and broken sky drips snowflakes.
And fountains are frozen with white ice.
Where is the well of fire, where are the warm Springs?
A faint red glow is shed by the feet of the Sun.
The rhymn and rhythmn slowly melts from open lips.
Rare warm airs try to drive away the winter;
The long nights never end, the days grow short.
When will winter end?
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