Birch

White birch
Under my window
Has approached with a snow,
Exactly silver.

On fluffy branches
Snowy Edge
Broken brushes
White fringe.

And worth the birch
In a sleepy silence,
And the snowflakes are burning
In the golden fire.

And the dawn, lazily
Walking around,
Sprinkles branches
New silver.

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I just them and decided to share them with you.