Snowflakes are falling down
On quiet winter streets.
They gently touch the ground
And buildings and my feet.
I like their silver beauty
And winter Moscow streets -
I'm far away from routine
And happy like a kid.
Snowflakes tell fairy tales
This winter and before.
But fairy tales are failing,
I don't believe them any more.
16.11.2012
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© Copyright: Графиня Де Кольмар, 2015
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