poems by Vyacheslav Konoval
Winter Like a child, I rejoice a winter, I fly, I run on the first snow like a sprinter, the falling snowballs to life reenter.
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Winter Like a child, I rejoice a winter, I fly, I run on the first snow like a sprinter, the falling snowballs to life reenter.