Winter gallery

Tatiana R.

Winter is the Queen of cold winds
Will win once,
Spread her snow all over the place
And rule will. Skip it,
That ice its beauty
After all, in this greatness of the Queen.
Whitish expanses of blinding breadth,
Which are easy to dissolve.
And Blizzard haze, and a fine day
Beckon its fabulous true story.
And a little boy, and already a boy
The snow sea floated.
With delight on a sledge from a high mountain
Riding old together with young.
A heart warmer, that among the children
Sporting a favorite child.
And neither frost nor Blizzard why,
When the dear hands
So generous with a warm darling
Well, maybe a little chilly.

Photographer gallery Music Art Draughtsman