The letter of snowfall
The snowfall wrote a letter of love to me.
I was walking on its white beautiful long poem.
It was written on the old village’s street.
Some words were hung on old trees.
I found some words in my hands.
They were drawn on me by many white snowflakes.
The snowfall wrote a letter of love to me.
It is a cold love of beauty and white hopes.
It is so different from the letter of the warm Summer
with its beautiful green eyes.
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