Liar.
That's what he whispered into my ear.
The wind seems harsher.
The sun seems to bright.
The rain seems to heavy.
The snow seems to white.
Liar.
The wind doesn't seem harsh.
The sun doesn't seem brighter.
The rain doesn't seem to heavy.
The snow doesn't seem to white.
Liar.
The wind..
The sun...
The rain...
The snow...
Liar.
Liar.
Liar.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem