Пhe White Stormy Weather ...
Dear friends!
Please, read my poem in the comments.
Regards,
Larisa
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Regards,
Larisa
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Larisa Rzhepishevska
Sat 8th Mar 2025 09:51
The white stormy weather
Brought me the feather.
The wind will harm,
The winter has come.
The snow will cover the land,
My friend will give me his hand.
He'll give me a magical ring,
And I will dream of the spring.
The springs come from dreams,
It seems they're quick streams.
Like apple trees in ball gowns,
Like fresh green lawns.
The trees again are dressed,
The happy couples are blessed.
The hearts are filled with light,
Springs come with delight.
The ice will melt into spring,
The wind warmth will bring.
Traces of snow will be gone,
I admire a white nice swan.
The spring steps will wake me up.
My appetite for warmth I'll work up.
The green grass will be new,
My feet will be wet in the dew.
From the warm lands, the spring comes,
The birds' songs make a joyful alarm.
Spring looks like a young girl,
Nicely dressed and looks like a pearl.
Girls believe that happiness is near,
Very soon they hug their dear.
The winter is no more in our space,
The spring has come in its full grace.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska