The Snowman
I'm molded from the fresh white snow,
I have two round eyes from dark coal,
All kids can see my special glow,
I am a snowman with a soul.
A white pom-pom ends my fancy hat,
and a red carrot is my long nose,
I do not eat, yet I am fat,
and when it snows, my belly grows.
Two stiff brooms are my outstretched hands,
Sometimes, proudly I wear a scarf,
I'm the symbol of winter lands,
I even might be the eighth dwarf.
I don't have a match in the world!
But I live only one season,
In the end, I'll be torn and swirled,
My life here is for a reason.
I love every girl, every boy,
Indeed they all are my best friends,
They bring me happiness and joy,
Ah, my heart melts when Winter ends!
poem by Marius Alexandru (January 2023)
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