There are the days
That you and I know
The playfully ways
Of winter's coming snow
Happy in its bending
Through river streams
Frosty glowing sending
In gleaming starry beams
With a one blue sky
In roads of the tide's
While clouds fly high
In darkness glides
Christmas is coming
In a month from now
With frosty raised blooming
On windows glass bow
You and I hiding
From the coldness outside
With thoughts abiding
For the holydays ride
Give what you need
To turn the lights on
With tricks or tread
Till significances are gone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great write enjoyed it alot Nice one best regards Ricky