SOLITUDE

1

The evening in dark blue

reaches up to the sky,

weaving a night of cold stars,

and the land, in white,

is empty and the dead

under the snow rest.

2

Under the snow in the

cold ground, there they

in silence are. Mine are

these bitter days, when

the echos of their absence

crashing come on

these shores of solitude.

03.03.2018