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Come with me and I tell you a story
about
Her Beauty Lady Winter!
The ringing frost and a
sun...
What a marvelloãs
day!
The snow sparkles like a myriad of
diamonds,
The transparent forest shows deep blue in
the distance,
The fir-tree shows green through the
rime
And a little river shines like a crystall
covered by ice...
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Only snow, blue sky,
the sun and the
Coldness...
This moment one could
think, that
the Time have
stopped forever...
But this is not a true:
the Sun
continues its slow
sliding
on the sky!
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Like silver strings sounds the snow...
These crystal-pure sounds touch our souls
and give us the highlight of an existance.
A snow
music is very gentle and to hear it
we have to be greatly
silent...
and the wind sings its neverending
song about Winter's
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The tree, which was a very beautiful in
its green clothes in the Summer, is continuing its long
and deep
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In this Magic Time it is very nice to be
here...
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... and to hear the voice of
Her Beauty, Lady Winter!
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Landscape
Gallery --- My Motherland
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