Log Cabin
Nights without sleep,
Days without hope
Mailbox is empty-
You laugh or cry
The wall of silence
Divided us
The weary winter
Is going by
The depth of snow
Is up to the hips
Frost framed the forest
Turned breath to steam
You’re quietly sleeping
After hard day
In little log cabin
Down the stream
The spring will come
To this frozen world
To brake the ice
And to move the rocks
To fill the air
With call of the Swans
To lead to the North
All endless flocks
The Love and Memory
Point my way
I will return
To the Land of my Dream
But there is the path
That I’ll never found-
-To little log cabin
Down the stream
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