Come let’s go.
First winter snowflakes,
falling on the empty bridge.
Down the river,
nothing stirs but stars.
The pitiless moon,
broken with sadness
waits for spring pleasure.
To light again the
dreams of deep sleepers.
All this foolishness
Come let’s go.
First winter snowflakes,
falling on the empty bridge.
Down the river,
nothing stirs but stars.
The pitiless moon,
broken with sadness
waits for spring pleasure.
To light again the
dreams of deep sleepers.
A Wandering Poet 