For my son – translating the poem into English:)
GAMES ON A WINTER MORNING Early on a winter morning, Young rays of the sun March into my house To have a lot of fun! Without e’er an invite, Through the bare window They clamber…
GAMES ON A WINTER MORNING Early on a winter morning, Young rays of the sun March into my house To have a lot of fun! Without e’er an invite, Through the bare window They clamber…
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