The cold winter in England came.
I am in Worthing alone.
Snow and heavy rain,
Thunderstorms hit my town.
The winds knock my wooden door.
No one is along the streets.
My heart is cry from pain.
Alone am in Worthing alone.
Your love heats my sole.
Your whisper can give me strength.
Your love is value than wealth.
Your love recovers my pain.
I send through the winds.
My love is for you and sons.
I am waiting to see you.
See you when July comes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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