My Winter is really
Without rains or
Snows anytime, anywhere, and
Even everywhere
Simply because it is not existing
In our real life, but
It is only existing in my own dreams...
It's just not raining, but
It looks-like any real Winter
Simply because I see it
Like this...
The real Winter I look for
Is totally diferent from
Our real Winter...
I love all Winters that rain and
Even that snow in their real times...
I have a dierent Winter that comes
Without any real rains or
Without any real snows...
Rainless Winters are absolutely dreamy
Simply because that
I really whenever I dream
About them...
I keep looking for real Winters
Every time I go to bed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem