The clarity of the sky went with the sun, with the flowers, with the summer. The sad autumn came and went. Now winter is coming and the sky is covered with calm and cold clouds. Even today, for the first time, it started to snow. Behind the window glass I am looking. Slowly, slowly, as if afraid to be heard, the snow flies hair-to-hair, laying it on the ground. It falls everywhere, it seems as if it wants to fix and beautify. Two tiny cups go, and, on their golden hairs, released over their shoulders, the snow writes silver roses. The boys laugh, jump, play and fight with balls. Birds around the parks, ciu, ciu, a crumb of bread! As in summer, the whole world is dressed in white. Hair-hair, the snow is slowly falling ...
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