The Snow Story_SHIMLA

​The snowfall is so silent,

so slow,

bit by bit, with delicacy

it settles down on the earth

and covers over the fields.

The silent snow comes down
white and weightless; 

snowfall makes no noise,

falls as forgetting falls, 

flake after flake.

It covers the fields gently

while frost attacks them

with its sudden flashes of white;

covers everything with its pure

and silent covering;

not one thing on the ground

anywhere escapes it.

And wherever it falls it stays,
content and gay,

for snow does not slip off 

as rain does,

but it stays and sinks in.

The flakes are skyflowers,
pale lilies from the clouds,

that wither on earth.

They come down blossoming
but then so quickly

they are gone;

they bloom only on the peak,

above the mountains,

and make the earth feel heavier

when they die inside.

Snow, delicate snow,
that falls with such lightness 

on the head,

on the feelings,

come and cover over the sadness

that lies always in my reason.

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