Rose Of Your Freckle - Poem by Soulo Moon
Siberia's cold wind blows near,
Running were the winter deer.
Till the night the blossoming petals of white covers the greeny land.
A snow flake,
would fall on the freckle in the back of your slender and delicate hand.
Melting like a tear from a long lost friend,
To told you a old story that you have not yet met,
To remind you of a future promise that you should have kept.
Do you ever notice,
among the mist of wild snow,
Also were the huge fire rose.
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