Winter

by Ole Carsten   Nov 20, 2011


Soon the last leafs are falling
The woods are naked and calling
Only the snow can hear the call
Blizzards is invited to the ball

In the houses people is sheltered
Songs are filling the air cheeks are red
Harmony and love is the aim
I hope all are sharing the same

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