2 years agoIn the quiet hush of winter's eve, Viktor's presence you could perceive. With a gentle step on snow so pure, He moved with grace, his heart so sure. The moonlight cast a silver glow, On paths where only he would go. A whisper in the frosty air, Told tales of Viktor's gentle care. Amidst the pines and icy streams, He chased his hopes, pursued his dreams. In winter's realm, so vast and wide, Viktor's legacy would never hide.
