Frost creeps,
The chill haunts,
And I melt.
Temperature falls on its knees,
Uncertainty trickles,
And I sigh.
Humanity shudders,
Rain hides the evidence,
And I weep.
Breathing falters,
Pride deflates,
And I hide.
Sight interprets,
Memories listen,
And I recall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like your poem. Memories are an intresting thing. Sometimes they hurt and sometimes their happy, and even sometimes they make you love. Good job on the poem.