Winter (My Original poem).

 

She came to us not much,
when I want heat
it's cold and frosty,
the way white veiled.

The roads will be in a white blanket,
snow white white,
our children will play,
in snowflake white under the window.

We are waiting for her and snow,
and new year, and those gifts,
she is a beautiful white bride,
brings happiness to every home.

We will dress warmer
after all, cold is not warm,
to prevent winter long
and meet fun new year.

Sled fun to ride,
and remember your warm house,
how beautiful winter
when it comes to every house......

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