Birch Tree
Under my window,
Draped in snow,
Like silver glow.
On its fluffy branches,
With a snowy trim,
Tassels have bloomed,
In white fringe so slim.
And the birch tree stands,
In sleepy silence,
And snowflakes burn,
In golden luminescence.
And the dawn, so lazily,
Circling around,
Showers the branches
With new silver found.
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Here's a link to the song:
https://disk.yandex.ru/d/t39Kkz6jobdExg
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This song in Russian:
http://stihi.ru/2025/10/06/8237
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