Snow Storm
H. RAMZANOV
The snowstorm blows
But it’s warm, not bad;
For some reason
It heaps up joy.
As if it smelt
Of the distant spring;
And while turning aside
Sang like birds.
It filled my soul
With unexpected songs
Of merry spring.
It reminds me of you,
Distant quite remote...
But
did it remind
You – about me?