Stimulus subthreshold
2015.09.20 00:36
...and winter comes by impotent shy lights,
frozen fog-drops sigh cold breath of frigid night-times,
dying trees squeeze winter dreams in forest realms,
dormant anguish among the spastic branches;
...and winter comes under the ice-cold, bold
glance of blinking stars by snow storms of north pole,
silence listens the cool steps of deadly doubts,
on bright white shrouds of quietus' weighty clouds;
...noiselessly, the winter surrounds my sylvan
loghouse - sweet friend, listen, my hearth's fire heats when
your frost-bitten heart can not be longer hidden,
when your helpless, chilled hands need my warm shield strength,
relax between my stilly wings, the evening peace
caresses tinkling, embraces us by feelings,
reddish flames' dancing shades paint your face sheeny,
while grim wind beasts are howling through the chimney;
see, the undead world swooned dumbly, life ensconced
in our heartbeat, promise of spring is hiding
inside the dark, cryptic globe of a spent thought,
and we fall lightly into a winter night dream.
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