More or least at this 4: 31 pm,
silver droplets dropp from heaven,
form a colorless natural stars of Bethlehem,
sparkling in a muddy area of my lane.
These natural gems sparkle,
As they resemble the cuttie dancing angels,
in a watery portion of the cold,
As the soil heralded the ' Messiah'
in the rythmic Jingle bells of the
christmas season.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem