My first poem in English

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


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