No bells, no jingles

As if you don’t care the winter settles in
light, with all its flakes silently climbing the walls
Dark-red skies are whispering snow
somewhere is burning a soul
blankets are spreading their warm over the December earth
As if you muted all fears, this night is flooding your bones
screeching the joints in surprise
Shocked you discover the signs of an old aged woman
whose whole horizon is the snow, still white, below her eyes

Not footprints yet, winter seems fairy tonight
White reigns in leisure, silence smells like cinnamon
No bells, no jingles, just snow

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