Frost

Covered with white snow
Everything that was and passed.
Left on the surface
Only what is lost.

And in your lost
Regrets about
That yesterday is at the beginning
Was full of one sadness ...

It's snowing ... Covered in white
Anything that was inept.
It was dim, it was hazy.
It was dirty, unsightly.

Well, let. I want to be
To be the same to forget
That the snow will melt tomorrow.
That tomorrow will deceive us again ...

In the meantime, white is white ...
Everything that was and passed.
Left on the surface
Only what is lost.

N. Zimin