Kisses In The Snow
Snow is falling on my face;
Flakes dance, then fade away.
Wind wakes up and starts to race
Through shades of white and gray.
Trees are covered with white glaze,
But birds sing like in May.
Windows blurred with icy haze,
But sun is bright through day.
Kisses are landing on my face,
My thoughts are far away.
Heart turns hot and starts to race.
There are no thoughts of gray.
My hair is now in snowy glaze,
It’s nothing like in May.
I close my eyes and see the haze.
O, what a lovely day.
I wish, that all I wrote’d come true,
And I would like be there with you.
Kisses In The Snow
© Copyright: Basantsov Robert, 2003
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