Modern beautiful poem about the meeting of the winter and spring, wishes
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Retreated cold, blizzard otshumeli,
Snow-old man barely alive huddled in the shadows,
Happy trill timid drops
Swollen lilac buds happy.
Hurtling life around, obeying the will of the
Mother Nature once again the turn of the spring,
Soul flung open plowed field,
Grains of gold waiting impatiently.
We brightened the gloomy face of passers-by,
Spark ignited joy in his eyes,
After all, spring is good that something happens,
And do not believe it, well, does not.
Smile, people, enjoy the weather,
Scilla lily of the valley and in the sky cranes,
Let you all cope in life and in work,
Happiness and good luck will be at the helm.
Let all your wildest plans and hopes
Come true, grow together, so as not to break,
Everything, what did not dare to reach before,
Let spring bring, so were able to get.
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Winter-weary beauty
Snowstorm pester us,
Snows we rained down not a little,
We do not have time to clean up.
On the glass of different patterns
Depicting openly,
And nose Frost Tresor,
Without evil, fun fun.
And the people gave the holidays,
Gift bunch, joy, laughter,
And now I lost strength,
And he huddled in the snow drifts.
Its waiting for the north and cold,
Frozen in the ice of the sea,
And then in a hurry to put on a birch
Earrings, gaze fun,
And then broke primroses
Polanyi paint giving,
And he began to sing verses
Black Rook, loudly announcing,
That time has come again accomplishments,
It's time to hope, the time of love,
It's time victories and achievements,
So reborn and live!
Let us all the same, good people
With spring will add warmth,
Let us not be a problem,
There will be no envy and evil,
Let fate will smile on us,
Fulfill all our dreams,
Let all the sun shines,
Let all the flowers bloom.
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Winter leaves reluctantly,
Frost scares in the morning,
But the firm is on the verge
Spring time has come to.
Let every soul melting icicles,
Smiles happy look;
Let the cold, snowstorm and snowflakes
It is not coming back.
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Mourners winter with gratitude,
After all, she gave rest to all:
And the earth and the people; children - prank,
And now leave permanently.
We mourn, and rather this -
There comes a young spring;
Under the rays of the sun warmed,
Voice of a bird sings it.
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