Brez konca padaš, drobni sneg,
na tihi gozd in na poljano,
nekje kraguljčki, hitri beg,
spet molk za mano in pred mano.
Kaj moč mi, čas, kaj si mi dan?
Kar bilo - kot v sneg zakopano!
Kar bode - kot ta tiha plan
brez konca širi se pred mano.
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