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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 reflects on the fleeting beauty of first love, likening it to the first snow that melts away. It evokes nostalgia for youth and the joy of believing in miracles, capturing a sense of warmth and wonder.
