A snowball
dancing in the palms of destiny
pure is my thought for you
melting my life away
through the fingers spread towards east
the bells are singing
the legends of the spring
bitter-sweet, the gaze is heading towards
the path where tomorrow perhaps
will never arrive
smiling to this moment of now
perhaps is the last twinkle
or the first one
within the new steps
in a new life.
Adela-Adriana Moscu, March 13, 2006 , USA