The first of March

In the middle of the day
It has become a little gay.
The wind has stopped by now to blow.
For how long ? I do not know.

The snow flakes are falling down.
They painted white the whole town.
It will be warmer but not yet
I hope soon and I can bet.

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Предыдущий: I хтось десь там, за марою стiни
Следующий: Жага життя