The cold days of winter have arrived.
Snow old and new now lies on the ground and
has blown into mounds of white.
Fallen tree branches now lay on the ground.
The cold days of winter are here to stay.
Wind so cold blows the snow across the roads.
Is winter here to stay with the
Blowing cold snow?
The secret revealed:
'The snow has fallen. The wind is blowing.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem