The Frosty Whisper
In the hollow of the night,
Where the moon casts gentle light,
Dreams of winter softly bloom,
In the frosty, cold perfume.
I see shadows dance like fire,
Fulfilling the night's desire,
As the snowflakes weave and curl,
In a magical white whirl.
Come, let's wander hand in hand,
Underneath this snow-draped land,
Every step a quiet sound,
In this dream where we are bound.
