Wednesday Walk. Winter, a walk, city streets and poetry

The streets of the city from the province
Quiet...
Where I've lived for years.
There's only a boy's principles left,
Memory in emptiness beneath the sinfulness shoved in,
Like a delirious delusion in deceit!

To enter the past...
There's no going back...
There's just no going back and there's no remembering.
There's something in those days I missed,
I've missed something in my mind
No, I don't want to! That's my answer!

The streets of the city
Of the past...
I don't want to remember! Is that why?
I miss being alone there,
My memory is troubled
That city's no appeal!

To the past I do not wish to go
I do not wish to go...
As they say - There is no turning back.
To sit in the backwoods, to create locked up,
That's not my basis at all,
I don't need the forgotten "Eden" again!

The streets of the city are pleasantly
Quiet...
Let them remain but in the memory of years.
My path lies on the verge of abstraction,
I can't catch their rhythm again,
If there's no common understanding!

The snow has covered all the roads again, and homes in the city of happiness,
Has winter come again to disturb the peace?
Suddenly there's some madness in this nasty weather,
"Hello...
But the sum total of yesterday's sun Under the darkness is gone,
Oh, my God!

The streets of the city are somehow skewed by the hour of inclement weather,
People are desperately wandering about in a frightening way.
Suddenly soulful, deceitful, sinful passions come upon her,
"Hello...
I stare at the world around me like an idiot fool,
With my mouth twisted!

Tomorrow I know there will be no snow on the city streets,
Nor will that wicked face that now stands before me vanish.
The essence of emptiness is not an angel but a devil at the bottom,
And chipped...
Part of the time in such an uneasy road,
My God!

And it's snowing, and it's snowing,
The soul rejoices and sings,
There's not a more beautiful day in life.
That the hour of beauty is saved,
You've got to know how to fly.
A blizzard is blowing through the snow
And a blizzard calls in the steppe,
cursing me...
In the midst of the night, and in the midst of the day!

And it's snowing, and it's snowing,
The universal bell sings.
A prayer that keeps me alive,
In the midst of cold, and in the midst of fire,
The blizzard is tearing the sky with snow.
The blizzard is blowing mad,
The soul awaits salvation in sin.
Winter's gusts are all the rage...
In the midst of night, and in the midst of day!

The snow is still swirling in the night,
The city sleeps quietly in the darkness.
The wind rider rides the steppe,
And knocks at my window.

He keeps howling through the chimney,
"He's screaming like a demon in the hall.
He frightens the people with his fearsome roar,
And with the blizzard he frightens the people!

What a big deal,
Who sends me this greeting?
I hear a pack of wolves howling,
Or a bird beating its wing...

There's someone out there in the darkness,
And throws the snow from the sky?
And then a tearful weeping,
Or laughs like a demon!

Out. Everything is white all around,
It's beautiful! My soul sings
Blue winter crystal,
With snowy, sleepy silver,
The steppe is covered, What's coming?

Snow. White, white is the circle,
It's beautiful! The soul soars.
The steppe is covered with crystal,
The snowy, wondrous silver...
How winter changes the world!

The step of winter Peace all around
Beauty knows no bounds.
The steppe sparkles with crystal,
The snows are a wonder of silver...
The fairy tale plays magic!

WINTER AND A FAIRY TALE MADE OF SNOW.

Snow and wind fell on the streets of the sleepy city,
And my soul is suddenly empty from the arrival of the blizzard.
My heart is filled with the wind of deceitful cold,
For me this part of winter is somehow unholy!

In summer, in autumn, winter came to me in dreams,
Enchanted by the fairy tale and its icy beauty.
But in my heart I was saddened by cold and cunning twists and turns,
And all of a sudden the dream disappeared before me!

Let the blizzard and the silver snow decorate the fairy tale of the moment,
But the winds and all the freezing cold are empty in my soul.
I desire no more snow and wind in all their repetitions,
In the hour of night for myself and for the sleepy winter city!

WINTER, A WALK, THE STREETS OF THE CITY AND POETRY.

Hello, my friends! Today I had such a wintry and poetic walk through the streets of my city. I really wanted to add poetry to the amazing beauty of nature and the cityscape.
With you was @antikus369

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:
-original photo;
-first publication;
-camera Sony 16.2.
(Translated via DeepL Translator from Russian)

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Photo taken - Sony 16.2 - 3x Zoom, Vario-Tessar lens.