I noticed the chill in the air
My steps seemed to crunch as I walked on white grass
A misty shadow above a stream
Decaying leaves with a frozen edge
Water seems so clear in an otherwise dirty stream
Slowly it flows on its trip to the sea
The stepping stones across it, a slippery path
And the morning walk is pleasantly cold
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I would like to translate this poem
Water seems so clear in an otherwise dirty stream Slowly it flows on its trip to the sea The stepping stones across it, a slippery path And the morning walk is pleasantly cold Great creation Sir. 10 for it.