A letter

Hi, my dear friend!

I'm writing from the North this letter

With a cup of hot tea in my hand.

Here is very cold my friend.

The frost draws magic patterns on glass of my window,

The blizzard covers up traces of summer and autumn,

She is laughing at us,

and turning in wild dance,

Strews, scatters everywhere with snow,

Makes high snowdrifts

And transforms city into a snow empire.

You are far away, my dear friend.

Between us is only separation and a blizzard,

As malicious witches.

But the spring will come

And soon we will meet!

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Flowers

Ah, how I love flowers!

They so fragrantly smell!

Flowers give honey to bees

And to charming fluffy bumblebees.

Flowers tell fairy tales

To blue dragonflies

And to multi-coloured butterflies.

Birds fly above flowers

And they sing for them beautiful songs.

Ah, how I love flowers!