The jingle of bells and the frosty atmosphere
Always herald the approach of a new year.
Fragrance of cinnamon spreads rapidly in the air,
And countless candles illuminate your way
To solemnity, where all your fears disappear.
Suddenly, a snowflake falls into your palm,
You observe it meticulously, could it be a star?
That left its fellows to join up with humanity,
That shatters hopes and fights over territory,
Just like a shooting star once did in ancient history.
You see merry children peeking out the window,
You notice a sleigh dashing through the snow,
And familiar faces start gathering around you,
In your consciousness their love and the vanishing sorrow,
So why does my mind repeat that I am alone in the snow?
Szilágyi Amália X.R
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