Snow ledge, snow, snow
Young lady in his arms
Snow quickly covers her still warm body
While the cry, from afar
And the fish are splashing there from above
While the axe is at her chest
And blood is new coloir for her dress
---------------------------------------------------
My dear, my back, my legs
My bones are close to shatter
How many years have passed
Since I was young and strong
The time when I was not one of the old sick ladies
But now it is...
But I could not...
Though I wanted to...
I stood in the front of the gate
But I stopped, I looked around
Observed other people
So many people!
Oh, there is my friend!
And that guy I saw him last week
I waved at some girls
Strangely enough they did not wave back at me
But maybe they did not, see?
However, there was someone
I have never seen before
It was a young, strong man
With an axe
I remembered how my father had one alike
With his sight I saw how he investigated this place
His eyes were big and soft
Green like summer tree
But I saw they felt unease
So many sights to see
But he did not urge for it
While his grip and posture were straight, determined
With scars all over his body
I don't know why, but I saw his finger were shaking
Every last of them wanted to hide away
He hid them in his fist
All of a sudden, our sights have met
I approached him
He tried to look away
But our sights met again
I have never seen him before
I think...
I said to him:
"Now I am an old lady
I am a pensioner
And this is my walker
I need it to be able to walk
My legs and arms not strong anymore"
"I understand"
This kind man said
And counited to speak:
"It has to be tough I know
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