The colour of the winter is visible or invisible.
The wind, which is as strong as a wrestler, twirls, turns and twist.
The snow is flying like feathers in the blue sky.
the rain is mini cannon bolts, shooting at you in tremendous speed.
The long elongated branches look like human bones. It stretches and shivers in the cold wind.
The white fluffy snow, covers the trees like blanket.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem