As summer turns to fall
the leafs fall of the trees and turns colors
when the leafs drift in the sky its like
Floating spirits
the leaf are like million of voice
trying to share there stories
The cold is like a change in a person
its sometimes gloomy but sometime beautiful
but one thing that sums it all up is
that winter is coming
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem