Alexander Meshkoff


I Looked At The Snow

I looked at the snow, thinking to be white
Because the darkness was inside.
I looked at Adam, thinking to be first
But he was sober and I’ve got thirst.
I looked at the death, thinking to be dead,
But mowed down all the others
She let me eat my bread.
I looked at the stone, thinking to be solid
But limply softened, I prefered not to be worried

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