Smitten days lie arround the whole room
Squashed, useless days
Like
Walking away from a crowded place with fresh snow on the ground making
This crunchy sound everybody loves so much
Monotone hum
Dipping
Sounds yield to stillness
The bouquet of springflowers
Enfolds the barrel

Parable, shamelessly undiscreet
Manic laughter, stars, severe cold