A blanket made of snow has touched the ground,
And wind’s as strong as if to prove the right,
Sad leafless trees and worrying stormy sound,
And sunshine’s rare just to be polite.
The streets are full of seasonal despair,
No mercy given for a naked hand,
No go for any glamorous footwear,
No power and no effort to prevent.
Amongst that frowning and uneasy cluster
Just like a sunbeam cutting cloud base –
Disarming child’s smile and happy laughter
Has changed the color of the winter race.
And with this angel chime of kid’s sensation
Your mind is clear as it’s just been swept,
And ready for a crystal revelation,
A magic thing - to love and to accept.
Revelation
© Copyright: Александра Мозго, 2011
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