Winter Magic
Winter's cast its magic spell.
Rain is streaming down the hills,
tracing sorrows to dispel.
Wind is whistling in indifference:
sparkling, surging, going in circles,
redeeming the world from all its suffrance.
Clouds are crashing,
their swords clashing.
Zealous, now, the sky is flashing.
Mist is making a dance with beams;
The world is lost in a hazy dream.
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