Last night I saw a dream-
I was in the midst of a brown gleam;
The spot was like a land of cream;
Lakes and ponds were full with it -upto the brim.
Beautiful blossoms were everywhere,
The fragrance were for everyone to share ,
The snow flakes seemed most fair,
It seemed that Nature has created them with great care.
Chocolate creams made up the seesaw,
There was cno one to guide me under law,
There was no signs of fears and flaws,
And there was a cream cat with snow white claws.
What a dream it was just like the beauty of a rose-
But all were shattered when the light of dawn fell on the tip of my nose.
Every Christmas, Santa Claus
Comes to every person’s house.
He sees all, and should know,
Because he cooks up Magic Snow!
This snow consists
Of love and friendship,
This snow is kindness,
It flies from sky’s ship.
And will be together
With the moon to light
All the world, and the weather
Must be fine this night!
But in warm places,
where it never snows,
Suddenly in this night
Magic flowers will grow.
And all will be full of love,
Sky will be happy and laugh
And will give to us fine stars’ show.
1.
The snow covers the earth
Already many, many days.
Magic snow garden is
Blossoming in Russia.
It is created from blizzards and birches,
It is pure and silent
late Evening.
Dome of stars.
Somewhere the violin sings.
2.
It is snowing outside the window.
There are white houses,
white trees, and white city here.
Because suddenly,
someone has flapped with magic sleeves
or with great white wings,
and stars have blossomed in the sky.
They danced,
and snowy ships swam over Earth.
3.
Nobody.
Only the snow flies and flies.
It lies on woods and fields like white lace.
The Earth is sleeping.
Trees are like an ice fairy tale.
They are silent and fine.
Above them is stillness, quietness, rest of stars.
In a pink window is the splash of wine
And clinking of goblets,
And two snowflakes rush somewhere together.
Flying the recently of fell
snow in apiece
A crazy sigh seemly without
Of course—
So easily flying–so enjoying
Puller by wind
And come hell or high water
From the roofs or trees
And while the wind stopped
A clear an empty space
By effects remain.
Or while by any come-back
The winter around
In sort or strongly strike—
Again, flying the snow
Apiece, without of course—
Again flying the snow potted
Fill over streets—over roofs
Over the trees…
And may be snow-less indeed
The terrain.
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