ANGEL OF SNOW

There are flakes that do not want to fall anymore

From the air similar with a huge mesh of azure

Because of the cold I have an eye of snow

I call you with the other eye as a snow falling around

And it is like it would snow in the rhythm of the music

On the pyre ready to hurt

I'm like a snowflake going up on a hill

When you get ready to put out an evening

I reach out a hand and the world is on fire

Burning the snow with flames

From elbows of frost I am making room are violently

In order to die in the

So, I may in the heat of your eyes

A wind lights the place around

Your smile is lighting up the white morning

While my heart beat has snowed

And an angel has sprained his wing of ice

poem by Costel Zăgan from Emotive pyre (24 December 1979)