When trees take the face of the sky into black fingers,
winter catches my heart and reshapes it, fitting;
hundreds of freezing scissors and icy needles
are cutting and cutting down my soul, so needless;
my eyelids grow heavy, heavy with mercury tears
and every word (I feel it!) provokes and teases -
then I turn on my computer to get your letter -
your brotherly warm "Hello" - to get and to let in...