Burnt snowflake
You hide it in your palm,
So white and inocente,
You guess it brings a calm,
You hold it in your hand.
Just once it fares up,
Next second melts in lake...
She gave you sparkling life,
Small burning snowflake.
This woman in your life,
Just look into her eyes,
She smiles- you feel alive,
She cries-you want to die.
She gave you each her breath,
Sometimes you make her acke,
So never let your love
Turn into snowflake.
Burnt snowflake
© Copyright: Яна Воронович, 2007
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