Winter blows…by Mágica Mistura

Wind blowing curtains

Sunshine, you are welcome

I linger on the hot sand…

Or path in the forest

Feeling the leaves underfoot


The birds sing lazy

It takes time to warm up for now

Brigadier’s sky, there are no clouds

You can feel it with your soul

That winter won’t be long


Hot tea, a friendly book

The butterflies that tease me

Flying free the damned

For the sake of the breeze

These wings are amazing


If the cold chills the bones

A blanket fits very well

From the window I see the moon

The White Lady of Winter

She loves him too ✨🌬️❄️

✨️Mágica Mistura

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