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Feb 2021
When I was three or four
I asked my mom whether snowflakes are true
Hearing they are not to us
My heart sank in deep sorrow dust

I see on TV snow falls on land
I also watched until I could stand
Waited for Christmas for Santa and snow
But only Santa came and a wind blow

Dreaming to ice skate on an ice
With all my friends hands together, so nice
I wish I could meet a winter bear
Asking are you OK without a fear

I wish Olaf also with me
Giving warm hugs and laugh with me
I'll be Elsa or Anna indeed
Let's play down the winter street
Methmi Mandara
Written by
Methmi Mandara  14/F/Colombo, Sri Lanka
(14/F/Colombo, Sri Lanka)   
   Eshwara Prasad
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