Magic of Rovaniemi

North in the land of snow covered trees,

Where the Sun on the horizon glare,

And it's rays icy branches squeeze,

Two souls embraced their love share.

They hear nearby barking sounds,

As sleds rushes through the deep snows,

Pulled strongly by the running dogs,

Scaring to the flight few hungry crows.

Her head on his shoulder rest,

Pinewood fragrance strengthens loving steam,

Magic beauty of Rovaniemi their souls arrests,

Brought together by the single dream.

The End

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