Feathers of snow gently drifting
into a steel blue winter's night -
Shadows shimmer away; bright
from the shock of the white.

 

And at a corner of a moment,
looking for a way to go - hesitant -
Arpeggios of thoughts play by
The misty silence now seems so dry !

 The snow snakes its way down
                                                   still
Slowly and surely covering the
                                      sleepy town -
And each ghost frightens all the others
and the flakes burn the tongues -
Scurrying to go, stupefied brothers
bitten raw by the loving fangs.

 Don't they wish they could pray?
Don't they wish they'd something to say?

 And there's no one
To see the scourge continue -
While yet the hole deepens,
See the snakes being sucked into
the hole that always has been.
filling it, and copulating therein.
And they curl fangs and bodies,
wrap around lovers, each the others' noose.

 Melted, the waters have washed away
all the grime and all the blood -
that stained the tears and the mud.
But still there's the sorrow of dead lovers
and their connubial pains -
And yet the hole remains.
filled and feeling empty,
And the hole still remains,
And the hole still remains.

~Shombuddho~

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