Anotace: An older, optimistic one drawn from my archive... I think it was November then.
The First Snowflake (by Jan Elgroth Talvinen)
Once again I got the view
Of first snowflakes falling down
Of whiteness that suddenly grew
Round vales and meadows of the Crown
For that one moment I got a thought
Of purity in new-born child
Of kindness - one that never fought
In this world that's gone so wild
As long as I keep getting wiews
Of snowflakes - hope it brings to me
That even if our swords we drew
Doom is not our destiny...