Snowflake and Fire
Flew snowflake, so happy
Flying fool on the light from the fire.
Perhaps regarded him as the only
She suddenly born already in love?
The fire she whispered, be my dove,
He was a beacon to her in the silence of the night.
She danced a happy, silly,
Forgetting everything in the night sky.
The fire's burning, melting snowflakes
Girl friends of her own who may be wanted
Become the lucky one...
But he melted them - you don't need me.
Flying baby, but the heart is cold,
It is not for warmth you were born.
Another soul, bonfire're not similar
There heart is hot, but the ice you have.
But it is clear tired, who is a fire that supported,
And winter as snowflakes do not count.
Fading embers, he tried, he would keep,
The spark for the one whom he waited that night.
She flew to the last spark,
He gave only to her.
But the cold heart extinguished spark,
Now his heart was bound dark ice.
On the coals already the snow is there snow drifts,
She flew off to another fire.
Because he was not the only one
Who in the heart of the ice brought in the morning.
So fly, with cold hearts,
Love you fires turning into ashes.
With a of hearts take a spark,
Love making in a night game.
12.12.13 ACU
© Copyright: Konstantin Achapowski, 2013
The certificate of publication No. 113121201650
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