'Charming, windless days and nights...'
Are what I said I'd like
When winter came and asked.
(I wouldn't give it the smug satisfaction
of knowing how it stirs my mind
and how I hate the cold.)
'...and happiness with cuddling.'
(Not freedom from crime
world peace, mental stability
and absence of grime.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem