When snow plays with humans,
the roads are blocked for the
game of Mr. Snow should not be stopped.
Schools are closed because
children should only play
Snow Man in their own backyards.
When snow plays with humans,
churches and markets are far-away
targets to walk to or drive.
The homeless shiver in cold
dreaming for generous homes
to open their gates and closed doors.
When Mr. Snow plays with humans,
his power takes the upper hand!
We rejoice over his presence
but we hide in cold and hope
that the game he plays with us
should soon end and simply stop.
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I would like to translate this poem
Dear snowy Poet, accept the bad mood of Mr. Snow. He always win from you. So let your shovel behind the door and wait.Like so much.