You didn’t see how fine a snow
Snowed from the apple tree.
And I was sure my poems would
Get through to you, politely.
There was a tale I read once.
No word could rouse you, though
What made the princess stir was
One blossom from the apple bough.
Sleep solid, without care.
No word can sense what pain may be
In Snowmaid’s icy sting,
Or blossom falling from tree.
With dumb pages in unwritten books
Let heart stay vague and blanched:
You’ll never see how it really snowed,
Or the blossom dropped from its branch.
It seems we’re not to meet too soon.
So, the blossom will not fall.
Sleep soundly, snow princess.
Now no one will wake you, ever at all.
(Jonas Aistis)
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