The month of February is here again,
With a snowy snowstorm.
On the steppe rushes away,
Hiding behind a veil of snow,
The forest with the river's edge.
I stand and look up,
Of small majesty.
I see the winter edge of the veil,
On the horizon where dreams
Where dreams die in indifference.
There in the boundless winter distance,
The sun's ray lives on.
In the midst of darkness, we've been waiting for him,
And we've been dreaming of warmth
And then, in the clouds, it'll shine.
But it's a chill in the sky,
The month of February!
It's bright, but it's not warm,
It has no warmth in the cold,
The king of winter rules the fairy tale!
When the birds wake up
And spring will come...
The queen will step into the valleys,
The passionate sunrise of love,
Then the soul will sing!
In the meantime, it's February,
With a windy snowstorm.
The world, covered in a blizzard's veil,
Summer is a fairy tale, a dream away...
In the midst of a frosty cold!
FEBRUARY. LAST DAYS OF WINTER.
Winter has passed and it's February,
The frost and the blizzard is at its end.
No pity for the frosty beauty
Spring will come sooner!
The roads, the rivers and the woods...
The green of color will come again.
Like love-beauty after a dream,
Prepares the decorations for summer!
Winter is almost gone,
The power is moving to the camp of light.
It sends its greetings to us with a snowstorm,
But the song has long been sung!
Gone, gone, its time has passed,
The crystal of frost is replaced by thunderstorms.
And instead of cold, there's heat,
And roses are blooming again!
-original photo;
-first publication;
-camera Sony 16.2.
(Translated via DeepL Translator from Russian)
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Photo taken - Sony 16.2 - 3x Zoom, Vario-Tessar lens.