My Winter Witch.

Lubomír Tomik

 As space-time is curved by matter,
 I am curved by You.
                    You're driving me crazy.

 In the distant snowy mountains,
 quiet valleys,
 tree may have fallen to the ground laden with ice,
 tree.

 Maybe,
 someone heard it,
               maybe not.

It's still you,
 my Beauty Winter Witch.