It smells like snow tonight
The air splits open your lungs
Every breath, a pale sprite
Whispers in unknown tongues
Lets in the feelings with the air
Down in the depths
You remember something fair
In all the cold breaths
You took by the river
Another river, somewhere else
While the fog rose in a sliver
Caressing the bridge’s pale dress
And the fragrant snow
Hung suspended in the air
Above the river’s flow
Unfallen, unspoken, fair
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I’m Erna — writer, poet, devoted cat lady, and a marketer who came to it the strange way, through stories. Slavic mythology sits at the heart of this space, alongside original poetry, book reviews, and honest writing about the creative life.
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