It is winter.Crystal butterflies flyng trough the sky darkened.Criva Santa arrived on our land withher gaughter.Her children formed a silver robe.Small bel petals weave clothes tree with silver threads.Sun pale gray clouds provided.Very small breats peopel is slippers hill.Fluffy snow crunches under thir feet.With the coming of this great season is approching and the following holidays.
There is a wonderful day outside. The sun is up in the sky and it's shining brightly. Birds are singing and the snow has disappeared. It's warm and it seems that spring is coming soon. I hope so because it will soon come the 1st of March, the messenger of the most beautiful season of all: Spring! I love seeing the trees in bloom and the dew drops on flowers early in the morning.
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