Frost is uncertain a swab,
at Windows winter Wonderland waiting
as if on a first date
in a hurry to hear the quiet breath...
the Threshold of wonder and novelty...
and fragile faces of a thin strip of
touches faceless not brave and not shots...
hurrying to us the beauty of winter.
Lyudmila Werblun
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![snow](https://en.grandgames.net/img/smile/png/snow.png)
![snow](https://en.grandgames.net/img/smile/png/snow.png)
![snow](https://en.grandgames.net/img/smile/png/snow.png)
![podmig](https://en.grandgames.net/img/smile/new/podmig.gif)
![podmig](https://en.grandgames.net/img/smile/new/podmig.gif)
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