A winter's lace is nice and cold,
It shines with shivers which behold
The darkest nights, the highest days,
The thoughts which barely correlate.
I drown in depth of your light eyes
With blueness in a grey disguise,
We dance so tender and so slow,
The winter shows its brightest show.
A winter's touch is cold and clear,
The snow covers the hemisphere,
We keep on dancing with a smile,
A touch of yours still drives me wild.
I'm not a face from tasteless crowds,
I know some rhymes, they burn you out,
Once we have met, we'll never part,
You have a code to my brave heart.
In a lace of cold
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2023
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