It's weird...
Every time it turns autumn I dream of winter,
long for the sight of snowcovered fields,
can't wait to drink cocoa with a couple of good friends,
to the sound of rustle from the fireplace.
(~though we don't have one...)
In September I'm surtain of the fact that winter is my favourite season.
But then it turns cold,
freezing cold,
and the snow just won't show,
though the chill air cuts like knives,
if you dare showing yourself outside of the walls.
I get depressed and I start dreaming again.
In January I'm surtain of the fact that winter is NOT my favourite season.
Then suddently it all seems to change.
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