The wind, the bow begin to play,
Vivaldi’s notes, a snowy day.
The frenzied dance of silver flakes,
The mirror of the frozen lake.
Each snowflake’s brilliant, that untold,
A gentle masterpiece of cold,
It’s rushing gracefully in air,
So sparkling, beautiful and spare.
Vivaldi s ballet
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