Her cheeks were bright,
Her eyes were deep,
Her lips were soft,
Her hairs were tied...
Her hands were cold
Little and loving to hold
On one fine winter which she told...

She danced with the winds,
Kissed the red roses,
Walked along the lonely streets,
Snapped with different poses..
Never she felt lonely
And smiled like the flower
And felt like a pearl with the shell as protective cover...

The winters were good,
But...