Winter

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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