Winter morning
A charming winter morning opens door,
I close my eyes and try to smell the air.
My hands are touching sparkling clear snow,
The wind is blowing, playing with my hair.
A little frost is painting with his brushes
Amazing pictures outside the house.
Faraway forest is dreaming in a hush,
I walk and snow is creaking on the ground.
The iron lady
Her hand was holding a glass of wine,
She was so elegant and charming,
Her eyes shined when she laughed,
The iron lady was never crying.
Her words were confident and clear,
She danced around so gracefully.
Her heart was weak, she was alone…
The iron lady acted skillfully.
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Дуже дякую, мені надзвичайно приємно! Чекаю з нетерпінням журнал "Країна талантів".