von Frank Phil Martin
The winter is comming, in the air is a cold blow`,
the winter is hard and bringing much snow.
The world is silenced, too much for making loud sounds,
the days are short, with a sky much covered with clouds.
To cold to be comfortable.
It`s too slippery to walk fast? - I´am not able.
Sometimes changes the snow from solid to a liquid by means of heat.
And then my shoes could get a little wet, but above all my feet.
The weather ist diffrent, shining with many small points of light,
great is the view, the mountains are white.
Small, soft and white pieces of frozen water that fall,
a mistery of lights in the world over all.
The winter is great, but I wish it is gone.
For me, the springtime is better, I wish it would come.
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