Hear them whisper, these tiny little snowflakes,
Arising in the darkness like white small cakes…
Trying to fall softly on top of my head,
In order to lead me to rest in my bed…
Touch me with your cold hand, spread out wide,
Cover me with your gentleness that you hide…
Each snowflake brings a secret back from the past,
And turns all lies into truth at last…
In return make a wish and see the flakes’ way,
As they go up with delight and without delay…
DAP2009
