The sleeping and silver white coloured beauty - the winter
She is of ethereal beauty. Her limbs look like out of silver. She is so gracefully and so fragile. Her sensuality is soft and loudless. Her kiss is soft and cold. So icy like the death. But what no one knows, she. is very caring. She .to cover. the life with a fine and thick blanket. And with thick pillows that it can. sleep well. She is not a dangerous woman, she is like a caring mother. She holds the life in her silver arms and sings a lullaby that the life can sleep deep and dream of his rebirth. She is silver. like a star and sweet white like candy floss. She is cold and dark like a angry goddess. She take care for the good sleep of the life and she is the. level. .on. the. the life is measured. Only the weak will never more awake. Will be for ever catched in the arms of this silver lady. She let. the life sleep in cold darkness and she. blind our. eyes with her. cold white beauty. She is the death, she is the sleep but she is also a promise. The promise of life. This sleeping beauty is not injust. The strong will she let out of her silver arms and they will awake again if it is time.