26 January 2013
Liquid ice falls from the sky Pounding the windows below. Powdered fluff covers some spots On a naked leaved willow.
Shining raindrops leave some holes In the freshly fallen snow. Then they turn to pure sheet ice And it sparkles from below.
Now it glistens even more, With radiant sun beams hitting The perfect spot on clear ice. It is just way too pretty.
I run, I jump, I glide On this twinkling ice patch. I hope that this never ends, Me and glitter are perfect matches.
Ice Patch • Opuss № I