The cold air swaying through my hair
Wind plays music solitude of winter
Soft cotton wool flakes fall from the sky
Like an angel wings that are fly
Blanket the flowers that lie asleep
Beautiful feathery flakes of snow
Glittered in the fields of meadow
The leafless tress are about to please
To embrace the cold weather
Winters Blanket the quiet streets
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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