Snow, by Daniel Weissbort and Lubov Yakovleva I could have loved the winter, /
But the burden is heavy. /
Even smoke cannot /
Escape into the clouds.
The sharply etched lines, /
The unwie...
Snow, by R. H. Morrison I would love winter, but /
Its burden is heavy... /
Not even smoke can go from /
It into the clouds.
This incising of lines, /
This loaded fl...