Shades of Blue Violet color the winter skies,
Black are the silhouette of the trees,
Brisk and wild the wind blows,
cry's of wolves heard upon the hills,
Knee deep in white snow.
As my thoughts of you return,
The sky turns a light blue.
The wind calms, the wolves are silent.
Snow melts and I am warm again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem