Bright head of the frail sparkling rose
charm up and call with magic glow
of the frost leaves. Just little one
could be indifferent to this show.
No one black soul stayed ice cold,
being once warmed by shining gold.
Frost flowers are the rarest work
of the sky sylphs, who hide from man,
who make a miracle from snow
and icy crystals with ghost hands,
going to earth from coal black sky
in very cold long winter nights.
There are too little who could watch
the fragile flowers from white frost.
And even fewer of little ones
had grabbed them up without loss
of the too priceless given life.
Just ones could take the fate frail prize.
by Thea Ariss
24.08.2025
Frost flowers. The tale of the winter forest
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2025
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