Dragons

Where there is fire, there is hope -
Wishes raising with the smoke,
Dragons fighting with the cold,
Stories from each chimney told;

Ghosts of winter from above -
Looking back in hights with love;
All the clouds in flight can catch,
One by one wishes they snatch;

Look, some pierce a way through clouds -
Reaching to the stars in crowds;
The winds of hights take them far,
From heart to heart, star to star…

In mid of night starts to snow,
Lighten dragons through flakes flow,
All those stories now afloat,
Wish it or you wish it not…