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.