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Snow drifts softly through the night,
Firewood crackles, warm and bright,
Weaving thoughts both deep and true—
Someone waits with care for you.
They await my smile, my touch so light,
Hold me close with love and grace.
Blessed am I by fate’s own might,
Life’s long road—a sweet embrace.
Wouldn’t trade this path I’ve known,
Never seen such snow so fair,
Bathed in moonlight, carved in stone,
Marble stillness, pure and rare.
What to wish? I cannot say,
Yet I know I’ve lived with grace.
I would walk this road again—
Each moment shines in time’s embrace.
Snow
© Copyright: Михаил Корсунцев, 2025
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