Whitesnow - Poem by Zamir Osorov
Why she looks so beatifull
and shines as Whitesnow
from old faire tale,
now foretelling so strangely?
Because she is honesty and truly one,
when you are all, who hate her
just the darks chape figures
and lie’s pure sucrifices
by the way contrasting as trollyes.
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