Through snowy peace of eyelashes they gleam,
A shine of magnet drawing hearts in flight,
A shadowed smile that flutters like a dream,
In glimpses soft, it dances with the night.

With every breath, a whisper of the past,
Melancholy weaves its gentle thread,
In silver light, the fleeting moments cast,
A tapestry of words too shyly said.

Yet beauty lingers in the quiet air,
A hush that calls and beckons us to stay,
To wrap ourselves in silence, sweet and rare,
Where smiles and sorrows gracefully play.

In snow’s embrace, we find our truest art,
A mirror to the longing of the heart.

Tomaž Jevšenak