REPUBLIC OF WINTER
Rahim Karim karimov

                                                             

We head to a cold country
Where beloved lives only whiteness.
Into an endless valley, a wide steppe,
The Republic of Dreams named Winter.

Where the trees are waiting green, shaggy,
Which autumn gold is not a decree!
Where the spirit rests from the darkness of hearts
To cure the soul on the bliss of snowy tracks.

Where the flags are white, white - houses, palaces,
Where the glare of the sun, silently, freeze in the snow.
Where starlings are happy in birdhouses,
Where you will meet a fairy tale again, in reality.

This world of memories is a canvas, a screen,
Will show about the past sound movie.
A crunchy step will write a novel about you
Icicles will be treated where white wine is.

This boundless land beckons you again
Snow flowers on ice branches,
Not a state, no, but just White Paradise,
In which the world is in diamonds - precious stones!

Where are the citizens of Nature in fur hats, -
Trees in lush fur coats are waiting for their bus.
Fortunately we drive cars,
To enjoy life in this world for the future !!!