in Robert Burns style....
i look outside and there is snow
and on the streets the lights are glow
and what for sure now i know
i’ll sell my soul for frost and sun
and every snowball will be thrown
when other ask for heat to come
when you see darkness outside
and even if you’re terrified
then you see snow - his color white
and color of your heart is same
and thing you feel is gorgeous pride
and winter helps recall your name
and now lets guess what is the time?
it’s time to talk about rhyme
I have to look for it online
because i don’t know english words
I hardly write here every line
I'm sorry - I’m not Robert Burns
one day my tears will make a flood
the world will be in human blood.
until we all drowned in this mud
i hope we’ll find here something good
and not that much sense here, but
I just express my thoughts and mood