Первое стихотворение в этом году
It was snow. Snow.
The day full of rain.
I see young lady
with her inner pain.
Her soul was
hurt of her love.
O poor lady, poor,
poor heavenly dove!

It was snow. Snow.
The day full of rain.
I see young lady
with her inner pain.
Her soul was
hurt of her love.
O poor lady, poor,
poor heavenly dove!