And then again melt. Today in the street wet,
and tomorrow it will catch frost.
To the new year a few days.
Old will walk away... and New only will be
looking around, what has for doing.
It is worthwhile thinking.
A new broom differently is sweeping up.
Time to think about it at all changes (personal) ;))
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem