When Winter is the life
words are dews
chillness smiles
dusks are always griefs
When Winter is the mood
heart wings to sleepy woods
expectation of a mate
expressions sweat it out fate.
When Winter is the will
emotions burn without fill
they lure the dying thrill
and wake up passions well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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