These tall trees, this snowy lane
And the icy frost on my window-pane
The peaks touching the darkened limits
I hear a call from the frozen summits.
A faint cry of a wolf I hear
It is far away neither so near
It's callimg me to come outside
'Cause there is no reason to be inside.
I run down the abandoned aisle
Sneak out, and play for a while
On the frozen pond, I gracefully skate
Wishing to be forever under the snowy flake.
These tall trees, this snowy lane
And the icy frost on my window-pane.
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Much love,
Anshara.❤
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