As pearls of Winter weep from soulful skies
across the swirling seasons of ones life
of constant poignant heartache caused through lies
as pearls of Winter weep from soulful skies.
The wilted leaves of prior dreams now dies
while songs of sorrow plays through Winter's fife
as Pearls of Winter weep from soulful skies
across the swirling seasons of ones life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I assume you are talking about lies and dishonesty. Why chose winter when it could be rain? I see the imagery for choosing winter and its better that way!