Fifteen degrees outdoors, Familiar fresh air, Still everyone ignores, Still everyone don’t care.
Snowflake, the second one… I look up to the sky.. The autumn's nearly gone So now I’m really spry: Three months of fun and games, Three months of childrens’ smiles. My mood, it seems, reclaims With this kind of lifestyles.
And morning, January first, Fir-tree with decorates A child with the presents’ thirst Is happy,when locates Something he so much dreamed about Very important, great. And then, without any doubt Boast every his classmate.
So joyful, so naive - A little winter’s magic. The same at Christmas eve: Such simple but so epic!
I’m grown-up today And after twenty years All that have gone away: My child-like fun and cheers.
But there is one thing That I still want to have. Let’s Father Frost will bring My souls’ only salve: I want eternal bliss To each and everyone...
And while writing this The snow has just begun…
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