You come from the north, in the written air,
With soft wings, of wind and winter.
You carry the harmony of an endless sky,
A silent song in the silver dawn.
An ephemeral trace on bare branches,
Silk feathers, a gaze of peace.
Like a secret in the melting snow,
The moment keeps you, and time falls upon you.
In the light air, a dance begins,
two bodies of pink, silently they delve,
life binds them, like a delicate thread,
in their gaze, the world is trapped.
The wings mid-flight, the wind gently carries them,
and in every layer of color, love awakens and floats.
A pair that never separates,
a reflection of tenderness, of calm that sparks.
A piece that captures the fleeting moment,
where love and nature merge in the first cry.
