Look at the leaves
falling to the ground,
a couple months left,
untill the hot chocolates
start going around.
The beautiful sun,
though still there,
is harshly dulled,
by the winters snare.
Outside is still beautiful,
but its a deceiving face,
no warmth inside or out,
the heart is icy.
Waiting waiting, waiting,
as I sit by my fire
wishing the snow clouds,
would be replaced by the stars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Please comment! I, the author am not emo or anything but this got me good marks! its copyrighted so dont go stealing! ^_~