Cold Fire gallery

Irina Ostudin

Under the sun, the snow is sparkling,
And snowflakes Shine on your lips.
Winter girl, what a miracle,
Slender figure, blue eyes.
Paints white snow this morning,
Revealing the secrets of magic.
From frosts-brothers, wood rescuing,
He wraps it in his snow.
In the tale his dreams, turning everything,
Calming the Blizzard winds.
Hid fields under a snow canopy,
To grass on spring have risen.
Winter the way it's still so long,
Though the days have become a little longer.
Winter girl, what a miracle,
Slender figure, blue eyes.
Painting my morning clean,
Gives me a new life in verse.