Lonely people Crying in the rooms Because it begun to snow. Someone is crying Crying on the stairs. It begun to snow Snow is wet as rain And weak as the soul Someone is silent Or silently crying And it begun to snow. I feel the art Of others’ breathes And the common knowledge Of the others’ longings But I do not know Or am to afraid to talk About me, and as the snow Weak, so wet and so untrue I try to stop and disappear As soon as I touch the warmth. poetrythreads