Do you know why the snow is white? Because he forgot his color ...

Her kisses froze on my body, like snowflakes on an icy window. For some reason it became cold. Now I understand. Farewell kisses lose their warmth. In them the cooled tenderness of parting ...
On the last night, she did not look at me as usual. In a look of estrangement. Alienation against love. She understood that it was time for her, but in every possible way delayed the hour of leaving. Struggle of the soul and mind. The mind won. She's gone. Now I understand. In the look before separation there is no melancholy. It's a silent protest. Protest against herself. Feelings lose reason. More often…