The warm Sun soaked in a tub of rain is gone
Now what's left is the black night
Covered with the white snow.
The nights are long
I've already missed the sound of birds singing along
Now what's left is the black coat
Covered with the white snow.
The winter is a torture
But the snow is a great pleasure
Now think good about black
Cuz the white is just a show.
A great bow to Arthur John for these wonderful photos.
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