The scent of winter
A time that used to be of sorrowful days
When people taste the bitterness of the cold and every day they strive to keep warm.
A shallow light may come by but once in a while,
A warm pierce from the sun rarely descends on the cold ice of this season
The colors of white and blue, being seen on the horizon.
Nothing but sculptures of a cold touch fall from the sky.
For it is the time of the pure spirits of Winter
From which they make things cold
But
They reveal the warmth of another.
A story revolves and so does its legend,
That whosoever learns of this shall be enchanted by its truth
And its secrets.
Hear out and read...
A cold snuff in the blizzard of ice
And the breath of warm love
The time to tell the the tales of old is nigh. And its secrets be witnessed by all.
The story of a cold time when love is nothing but separated by a thick block of ice
The story where a couple sought the refreshing Scent of Winter.
