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Dressed up within clothes his.
The wondrous blonds Whether
Dissolves her shutters land
And creates up on all the windows It is bell
The painted frost it rids.
The White snow fallen on the ground
And covered all I so on the fields.
We descend from the hill boldly meets
And strip from the sled behinds.
A frost was blowing for strong cooling hands
It rids the nose and my cheeks.
The Merry winter is circling, is laughing as outdoors.
A white Blizzard flew again the train to works.
31.12.2009
In the starry sky, the moon is rising
With the magic dreams.
This is the radiant country,
This is the first tale as a winter real-ship.
The wind is scooped up snow,
To piling snows on the threshold
And to the fairy-town tale
Was waking up in this snow.
There were having
On the bushes a lot of snowy clothes as a wall.
A mischievous snow
Was closed all of bridges.
White-winged Sylphs were
Pick up a fabulous arrow
And here sound was,
As like is a longest song for people.
01.01.2010
The sky eternal way
Lumps of a snow were
On the tree branches trades a white.
A Father Frost makes silvery trees
So was quickly today per night.
First hoar lied per night
On the Way to all fields.
But winter will not always
And We will meet.
The life nature faded now it.
It will rise at the right time quick.
The sky’s eternal Way is
Always leads us by the hand a week.
02.01.2010
The mountain’s man, once day,
Abandoned his cave
And went, to look the Way,
Where sway the flying breeze a move has.
Light spilt dark fetters within,
The lunar wintry coast,
That you’re maybe a lost.
Man, in loads cavil space
Forgot, with this, the griefs.
He went out in Stars World,
Which is very busy lot forgot?
The flying singly sounds
Where it is snowmen
Was warmed his around.
04.01.2010
Why creates the snowfall
Why does creates the June the snowfall?
Maybe does it the silvery moon’s flowers?
And maybe does it the cloud over the garden
Descends from the celestial heights.
And maybe does it of falling stars rain
Was scattered over the greenest fields?
The shine is of the flying silvery Snowman
Eclipsed the sparkle of every-days.
04.01.2010
The flower lover
The slope shrouded at the shaggy grass.
The water was riding white.
Into the heavy, nasty times,
In silence, I remember Your sight.
Do not to search me do You not.
I want to always be in the shade.
I’m, like the flower waterfall’s,
Which someone picked up to air.
16.01.2010
Some flowers are growing in the mountains, that bloom in summer and winter times. I’m sure, it is a lot of lonely dinosauro-prime, the them crowd, are going to the mine.
And I’m watching as tired waves, when you were listening the wind’s talk. I might have to look to your image again. I might have to together bird’s flocks’ mud.
16.01.2010
I watch the movement in the sky
I watch the movement in the sky. This is the storm blew to the face. A wind carries old centuries time forever, to the skies space.
Already a white snow did fall on the hills in the copse fluffy snows are on every branch and the light shine in every home.