The snow falling from the sky
I reach out my hand out high
Feeling the cool solid snow falling over my palm
Craving to touch it more, I stretch out my arm
The cool breeze touching mine
Sends me shivers down my spine
I close my eyes feeling chills
The winter kept on showing it's skills
Only if the Winter could see itself throw my eyes
It would understand how much I admire it's styles
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem