Whimsical Winter

Winters were always fun and brutal back in Russia. Temperatures below -10'C on average and as low as -25'C during it's peak. The roaring blizzard made it so difficult to go for class and being wrapped up in your comforter was the hardest thing to part with every morning. All in all, winter still had it's wonders.

White as snow,
Flakes of crystal,
Rivers a flow,
Hills of white marble.

Snowball wars,
Snowmen lined up,
Snow angels galore,
Snow cones and syrup.

Diamonds and glitter,
Tinkling of the ice,
Thawing of hearts so bitter,
I wouldn't give this for any price.

Winter wonderland,
Winter travelling plans,
Holding those cold winter hands,
Warming them up with a sultry dance.

The romance of the fire,
Hot cocoa and marshmallows,
Chilling winds that make us tire,
There is one thing I hope you know.

As beautiful as winter,
As cold as winters day,
As wonderful is it's splendour,
I still love it in every way.

SY
Written at 01:16 on 27th May 2012

In My Home, Kursk, Russia



SY is a 'Jacqueline of all trades' who loves wearing plaids.
She doesn't believe in things that fade and fulfills the promises that she made.
She seeks the hearts of the troubled, to be a listener in times when things are doubled.
She's the kind who stands in the gap, who will only call it quits when it's a wrap.

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