It's winter. White, and snow, and frost.
This is December. This is an ending.
It's may be sad. The time is lost.
But I am not surrendering.
The sky is brilliant as ice.
The trees are furry. Now it's so sunny.
I feel myself so young, so nice.
The life is beautiful and funny.
09.12.2017
My first poem in English
© Copyright: Алёна Лукьяненко, 2017
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