I wonder how the winter talks to us,
It dances with snowflakes and winds,
It touches the city with its endless cold,
And the beauty of winter grows.
I wonder how you keep crossing broders,
How you meditate as the day is over,
How you listen to the silence
When its harmony is drowning
In cold water,
In dark rhythms.
You are dancing
On the shortest day,
When the Sun shares its rays,
When your mind is locked
By the freezing air,
And you feel sadness and despair.
Icy melody
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2021
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