Ode to the white snow

Ode to the White Snow

Angel
            The little one

Who wears the White T-shirt

Comes to see

Me.

Slowly and Slowly

She always

Always comes with

Her own way

The beautiful dancing you

Ever Ever

Have seen in the

 Universe

Until the roof, the branches, and the grounds

Gently hold the little angle.

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Lift my hands, I try to catch her

Every time I touch her

She leaves me a little drop of water

And disappear

Open my eyes widely

So I can look her closely

But she just stays on my eyelash

Try to close my eager eyes

Open my mouth and

Put out my tongue     

She fast gets into my heart

Leave me a cold breath to miss

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I lie down and stamp myself

On her soft body

There is no way she can escape

She gently holds me

Closely, closely

I can hear her mutter

The world is quiet to listen:

Please my angle

Tell me the stories you bring

From

Thousands miles away

And thousands year

                                                           

When I walk on

I heard her happy singing