Written by GORDANA ANONOVSKA A snowflake fell
on a warm scarf.

It melted for a moment...
disappeared...

One feeling,
frozen in the night.

He got lost
somewhere far away.

Between the feelings
of the present and the past.

Dawn day
the sun is reborn.

The snowflake woke up
in the armpits in a flower
on the little white snowdrop.

the snow is gone
winter is over

Remaining feeling, interwoven
with the scent of a cold winter.

There in the armpits
of the little white flower.