Snow falls silently beyond my sight,
Firewood crackles, warm and bright,
Weaving thoughts both soft and true—
Someone waits with care for you.
They await my smile, my tender touch,
Love me dearly, oh, so much.
Blessed am I by fate’s embrace,
Life’s long road—a winding grace.
Wouldn’t trade my path, my way,
Never seen such snow so pure,
Bathed in moonlight’s silver sway,
Frozen marble, still and sure.
What to wish? I cannot say,
Yet I know I’ve lived with grace.
I would walk this road again—
Oh, moment, stay! You are my place
Snow..
© Copyright: Михаил Корсунцев, 2025
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