Moscow’s winter

Coldness breeze

Alone I sleep

Where is she?

So I sleep in peace

O Moscow

so beautiful

Yet cold

When the sun smile

on ice I fall

When the cloud move

we fight with snow ball

Everything turns white

Even the black guy is white

I want to go out

You don’t want me out

I want to see beauty

Red square, O Kremlin

When will nature be fair on your land

to bring heat and the sun

Coldness breeze

Alone I sleep

Picture by:Tran  Lan

Written By: Derrick Ofori Donkor 25/12/12