the silence of yesterday forgot about the wings that caressed the wind, the wind also no longer wears the leaves in its hair, - brides lying in the soft grass, the grass does not count stars anymore, does not wash its head in the clouds, with the thread glued to the ear of the earth, it is listening to the silence after the silence, probably it will snow tomorrow slow &smooth &white white, at the edge of the forest, it will snow again, and the bear's tooth stuck in the trunk of a tree will again give birth two or three bears helpless, furless and blind, but it won't be a problem, nursing them until the second spring they will grow very very fast as always