You will say that this does not happen.
And spruce, they say, do not bloom.
Winter is howling outside,
And the snow mix of the Blizzard is cool.
I won't argue with you
And just open the window.
Look, isn't this a miracle,
FLOWERS, touching sigh.
Silk petals gold
Through the frost will give warmth.
The buds of the lilies turned
Melt the snow canvas.
Retreat of the cold blizzards.
The winds will be silent and still.
Love is a Universal miracle,
Flowers bloomed in winter.
You will say that it does not happen
© Copyright: Вера Богдановна Тарасова, 2020
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