Clad by the blankets white, the houses lie,
As winter's breath whispers nigh.
Like a tale spun from dreams,
The evening's glow softly gleams.
In a dress of lace, the snowflakes dance,
Each step a tender, twinkling prance.
Oh, beauty of winter, gazing from within,
Every moment, a magic to begin.
The moon will rise with gentle grace,
Spilling silver through the space,
Across the valleys, through fields so wide,
A filigree pattern in brilliance, our guide.
Night falls, a spell of wonder unfolds,
Embracing the earth, in its soft, frosty holds.
May sweet dreams come softly true!
And may all lovely wishes too!
Winter s Tale
© Copyright: Лариса Сенегал, 2024
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