Kiss Dance of Death.

During the night, when stars sparkle bright,

A near crystalline caress.

As soft as a caressing kiss from a lover,

Like this — in frost's broken fingers glide.

This moment, arrested, pauses itself.

Kiss Dance of Death .

Cyprus as the whisper of Winter

Through this mute land, of sleep,

A masterpiece sculpted by the forces of nature.

Every blade of grass, every drop leaf,

But dressed in shined, frozen despair

A temporary beauty that will soon fade,

But at this moment, not discouraged.

The trees, no leaves on their branches

Have diamonds are draped in, Unlike.

A regal, ethereal disguise

That sparkle eyes with no clue of what lies.

Waves of ghostly snow settle on this earth

The world is clothed editorial

Each summer arrives.

Seed in your cowardice, the sacred clutch by thorny fingers.

Make a wonder of winter pure magic.

A fleeting dream of a fragile fairy -

These shimmering, fleeting scenes.

But hark! The sun's first golden ray

Robs the winter of its jewels, whisks them away.

The frost's short-lived rule has officially been overthrown,

Boom mandible.

But just now, frozen, still

I see a marvel, nature's excitement -

The craft of Winter: simply beautiful,

That titanium that hardens, but you know not in the interior of my blew.