Today is Christmas,.
the city hopes for secrecy.
He sleeps in a frosted crystal.
waiting for: the magic come true.
Blizzards seized them,.
similar to the dream.
In the cathedrals awesome candles and singing,.
and incense smoke srebristy.
Under the bells.
clogged heart of the bell.
And the fate of his not escape -.
Christmas on the magic of words.
Spring skies - the source of those words,.
they are from the flame and light.
And in the world and in the soul of a poet,.
in the word God is reborn.
Cold well, blizzard - wizard,.
Your magical element.
transform into other worlds.
all the land, the city and people.
Meet will be miracles.
so easily in the crowd of passers-by.
and suddenly the music of similar.
human voice will.
***.
Snowing on Christmas.
decreases as the grace of God.
It is snowing - and magic.
on this day could happen.
Quiet and clean,.
they do not violate.
Believe me: not for nothing that beauty,.
time she delivered the soul.
Over sent to you,.
miraculous strength,.
it is - the point of your destiny.
and the key to the mysteries of the world.
It is snowing - and barely breathing,.
we look at the world of winged.
Awakens the soul,.
once dead.
Snow falls, pain relief,.
icy at the ground.
You turn to him the palm:.
land white angel.
Yves Athos. (pen name, real name is Irina Athos ), was born in 1963. A member of the Writers' Union of Russia and the Union of Writers of Russia, published in Russia and abroad (Germany ) as a poet and journalist in the press, collections. In 1997 the first book ' Wormwood Star '. By education scholar - critic. He enjoys traveling and, in addition to poetry, writes articles about travel - memories. Engaged in painting and photography.
He writes songs in collaboration with composers A. Vershinkinoy, M. Prikhodko, and. Vetchilinoy, A. Lebedev. She has participated in the literary and musical evenings and concerts in various venues in the capital, several copyright of literary and musical evenings, including a radio.
