The nature died. And winter came.
The sky is grey, the clouds are fluffy.
And everywhere things are the same.
It seems to me, the wind is laughing.
I shout at him, but he’s too loud.
I run outside… The snow is falling.
I hear all noises, every sound,
I hear the voices that are calling!..
But you will come and make them go.
And nothing bad will ever happen.
And I’ll say: “I love you so!
Because you always make me happy!”
A winter love verse
© Copyright: Юлия Праницкая, 2006
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