She was elegance....

Snow was falling to be known;

Winters were the acquiring zone.

Within these flakes of ice;

She was the walking spice.

Neither a tigress nor a lioness;

She had her own elegance.

Being in those mighty feels;

Her lips were filled with happy seals.

Eyes had that joyful shine;

To cut the white of icy- fine.

Not only her elegance was seen;

But to all the places she had been.

The streets were empty;

As if waiting for her entry.

And the director said, " Cut";

To let the scene shut.

But the mouths had silence;

As she had her own elegance......