The snowman froze like a snowball,
Winter is back in our parks,
The familiar sounds of children's chatter,
Where youth all smiled.
Blush is burning on the sun faces,
Growing cold-red nose,
And frost grows on the lashes,
And the sledge goes downhill.
Shining, glistening ice on the hill,
The sun sparks a rut,
Do not fall out of the sled, you need a knack here,
Kohl winds down the mountain like a snake.
Do not blind your eyes from the white light,
That winter rainbow burns in the snow,
Where the joy of the child's Kingdom is warmed,
How long have you been on the other side…
2020g. Photo from the Internet.
Snow slide
© Copyright: Зоя Юрьевна Куликова, 2020
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