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And the first snow, like first love, Most likely it, like it, will melt.. We will remember it sometimes, As we often remember our youth. Snowflakes, like an angel's feather, Lie weightlessly on the mitten ... And in the soul it is joyful and light, As if I got into childhood again. And I want to believe in miracles, And the heart is quietly filled with joy. Let the first love have long passed, But the fairy tale has remained forever in the soul ...
The poem captures the fleeting beauty of first love and the first snow, evoking nostalgia and joy. It reflects on cherished memories, the innocence of youth, and the enduring magic of hope and wonder.
