The cold of the night; frozen puddles… Print out The cold of the night; frozen puddles; White snow had obscured the dozens. But in the breath of the evil cold I feel the will of the outside. Tomorrow,

Flowers are poor Print out The miserable little flowers of Northern spring, You smell the meekness of peaceful silence. Lily of the valley tends pearls large white tears, Blue bell sleeps in the shade

Drollery Print out (Palindromes) I — arch region. Attack of the sunset. On that summer body! The Ala hall.

Still land sad kind of… Print out Still land sad kind of, And the air breathes too in the spring, And dead in the field stalk sways, And the fir branch stirs — Yet nature did not Wake up, But through thinning

Spring water Print out Even in the fields of white snow, A water spring too noisy — Running and awaken the sleepy shore, Run and Shine and say — They say in all make ends: "Spring is coming, spring

The sun shines, the waters Shine… Print out The sun shines, the waters Shine, Around the smile, life around the, The trees tremble joyfully, Bathing in the sky blue. Sing the trees, the Shine of the water,