1956 / Bratislava
It Is Snowing
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Ice angels are falling from the sky.
In their mouths are snowy fountains.
The imagined curves of snowdrifts are mature.
I'm just watching, hands are not moving.
The cold breath of the frozen flute
is waking me up.
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