Such is the snow
so white that it burns your hands
your burnt white hands in a shroud
a silver shawl for witches
while wizards dance:
they like all kinds of dancing
if flakes keep silently falling
making them scream loud screams
of joy as wild as nature
They keep dancing so silently
like furtive terrorists
disturbing traffic& all kinds of transport
but using your feet under a sky
for once turned our accomplice
in the crime of pure joy
Such is the snow
where white witches burn their ivory hands
where dark wizards scream their loud screams of joy
a silver coffin for automobiles
such is snow: its anti-social behaviour
will not be punished
children's merriness will not be punished
disturbing traffic& all kinds of transport
but using your feet under a sky
for once turned our accomplice
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