Why are you staring so sad
At the snowfall's delight?
The nasty day can't make you mad
Nor can stop your soul's flight.
The trees are buried in the snow,
Your kind heart is not,
I want so much that you bestow
Your smile: so lively, hot.
You have your nice internal light,
Which comforts me not bad.
This day is only a part of life,
The rest is still ahead.
Snowfall
© Copyright: Елена Кошевая, 2023
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