What lies beneath the silent waters—rises,
What’s readied in the buds—doth bloom,
The slumber’s dream so cold, its eyelids
Veiled in the darkest doom—
Will see again the light of day, when winter leaves.
And after every winter’s fall,
There comes a summer’s flight,
And thus the life speeds on.
Yet, none ‘s without a fight.
Ode to Winter
© Copyright: Вера Драгилева, 2025
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