when in the midst of the coldest of a winter's night
perhaps in January or perhaps in February,
and I'm inside snuggled cozily by a fire's light,
and then I see from the frosted window
intricate flakes falling ever so gently from the sky,
and the fire warms my heart, my mind, and toes, I sigh
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I would like to translate this poem
You know I am a sucker for anything with winter, and this had me going, its my favourite season and your pen does it right. There is nothing more wonderful then snuggling up in a big quilt and watching the snowflakes gallivant across the sky, your picture is perfect and I can see it perfectly. I think Ill listen to the snow. Nice edition to your collection