Rose Of Your Freckle Poem by Soulo Moon

Siberia's cold wind blows near,
Running were the winter deer.

Just wait,
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.