In the valley's heart, where hills embrace the sky,
A winding road, under night's watchful eye.
Hand in hand with mother, through winter's gentle hush,
Snowflakes danced around us, in twilight's tender brush.
Our house, a nestled haven, in forests deep and wide,
We ventured forth to the city, with excitement as our guide.
The snow, a pristine blanket, laid softly on the ground,
Transforming all the world into a silence profound.
A historical town in Slovakia, with stories old and grand,
Its small square, a jewel, where time seemed to stand.
Shops with windows, large and bright, in festive adornment dressed,
Christmas decorations sparkling, in evening's peaceful rest.
I, small and wide-eyed, gazing up in awe,
My mother's skirt, a beacon, in winter's gentle thaw.
Her beauty, like the town's, timeless in its grace,
In her presence, the world a safer, kinder place.
Through the large gate we entered, the town's embrace so near,
Walls stood guard around us, in them, no trace of fear.
Lights of the town, like stars fallen to the earth,
Welcomed us on our journey, filled our hearts with mirth.
Years passed, and now older, I would brave the road alone,
From town to home, where seeds of dreams were sown.
The sky, a canvas dark, with stars that softly gleam,
Snow crunched beneath my feet, in night's quiet dream.
The road, familiar as the lines upon my palm,
Led me through the darkness, in solitude and calm.
The air, crisp and clear, the snowbanks, soft and white,
Alone, yet filled with light, in the heart of night.
Sometimes, a frozen stream, my solitary path,
Icicles and ice, nature's wondrous art.
Shapes magical and wild, in winter's frozen dance,
In solitude's embrace, I found my silent trance.
These walks, a cherished memory, a journey of the soul,
In darkness, I found light, in solitude, I was whole.
The road, a thread through time, from childhood to today,
In every step, a memory, in every snowflake, a play.
So here's to winter walks, under Slovakia's sky,
To the safety of a mother's hand, and the years that fly by.
In the quiet of the night, in the snow's gentle kiss,
We find our deepest joy, in moments just like this.
*Created by AI based on Author's memories
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