It snows here, eternally.
The winter is soft and the snowflakes slowly descends.
Sky is dark, air is cold ,the hues are grim
Where colors turn to frost.
Trees are silent and flowers so gloom
and this world awaits for a tale to bloom.

In this frigid realm where shadows dance
two souls finds themselves lonely and lost.
A boy with warmth and spirit so bright,
A girl, frost kissed, a silent night.

He's like a sunbeam in the snow.
One fallen from the sky.
She's an enigma that's cold and slow.
One that's risen from the earth below.

In the heart of this Nordic tale,
where winter weave it's lonely veil,
beneath the northern lights soft glow
they meet where icy breezes blow.

A chance encounter in the frigid night,
Their eyes meet, a spark in the silent light.
He, a flame of warmth in the frozen space,
She, a mystery with stoic grace.

A dance begins on frozen ground,
As loves magic wraps them round.
His laughter , a melody in the hush,
Her silence, a language that needs no rush.
His laughter thaws her silent fears,
Her mysteries captivated his ears.

Underneath the moonlit dome,
The boy and girl no longer roam.
Loneliness fades in the night,
As love blooms in the pale moonlight.

Through the lonely hours, they draw near,
In the quietude , they conquer fear.
As winter's grasp tightens, so does desire,
Their hearts ignite in clandestine fire.
A touch, a glance, the tension takes flight
In the frosty silence, passion ignites.



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