Winter Magic
The chilled whisper of the northern wind
floats in frozen air with the finesse of ballerina snowflakes,
attuned to the rustle of the frosted leaves inertly aligned,
serenading the mystique melody, winter sonata makes.
Defoliated trees tremble in the waves of the arctic breeze,
in its frosty flow from the cold oblivion I see you return,
melt the miasma in my memory congealed in glacial freeze,
enter the abandoned abode of our ancient times we yearn.
I’m enticed by the spectrum of the scarlet sun on diamond dew,
my passion prism reflects for me your charisma ecstatic.
As from the mist of reminiscence rises the dawn new,
your euphoric embrace defrosts the memory lane as winter magic.
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