Hervé Sabattier en Inspiration, Storytelling, Poetry HR Corporate Consultant - HR Interim Director • Maurel & Prom 15/10/2016 · 1 min de lectura · +500

The Snow


The Snow











The plain is so bright in the morning

The snow is so white the church bells ring

Reading by the fire I feel the snow

The cold drawing wire on the window

In their persistence violets are blue

Keeping their patience same as I do


But let fall the snow and me be true

I will love the snow as much as you

Outside the carts glide towards Moscow

And I think of you, I think too much

And I reinvent you such and such

Today the flow of life is so slow


Who knocks at my door, so suddenly?

I thought I was dead and here is thee


Here is you my love, you my heart sorrow

My nice traveler, you back in a glow

And tonight I am laughing in the snow

The wind is weeping, for whom I don’t know


And tonight I am singing in the snow

The wind is weeping, for whom I don’t know




Hervé Sabattier - October 2016