Winter Dream...

Sweet Rosh wine touches your hot lips

With fine flavours of apple and cinnamon,

And in winter dreams shiver with good kisses,

What swoop on me for the first time.

Out cold, the blanket of spread softly,

in the alley calling us in a happy décor,

When the moon whispered of corner destiny,

Among the gem moments in crane flights.

Beloved, it snows like tales in alleys with longing,

when you embrace me in your strong arms,

reborn from the ashes of the sweet shiver,

rose petals in angelic glances.

Oooh, love in the winter dream sprinkled in green,

When snowflakes play in your hair,

And your eyes traverse the white alleys on the boulevards,

Among the fluffy clouds that sang to us.

Ana Maria Niculescu

Photo: internet