Fairy Tale s Dance

In Festive Season's grasp, St. Petersburg lies,
Where white snow meets frosty skies,
A realm where dreams and frozen breath,
Merge with the moonlight, soft as Winter's breath.

A fairy tale spun from crystalline threads,
Where glass mosaics awaken,
Their shimmer like whispers, bright and pure,
In pearlescent hues, the heart endures.

Filigree fragments, delicate, divine,
Flutter like gold dust, a celestial sign,
Blending together in patterns so rare,
A dance of color hangs in the air.

Through icy panes, soft shadows glide,
As winter’s chill in the whispers abide,
These smooth gradients tell tales that entwine,
Of magic and mystique, a life so divine.

With each step taken on frozen ground,
In this silent beauty, wonder is found,
Where winter’s embrace and light softly blend,
A symphony crafted, where stories transcend.

So linger awhile, let the night unfurl,
In St. Petersburg's heart, let imagination swirl,
For in the quiet where the cold winds sigh,
A fairy tale of glass dances under the sky.