Winter
I wished to get wings
to fly over the hills...
Painted a lot of things
Playing the tunes...
on the strings of hope
I wish to play with a jump rope
Talking with sleeping bears
Look for the bunny...
that feels drowsy
Wait for the green grass to appear
Snow and cold disappear
Wait for the warm spring
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