Missing the warmth of summer sun
I brace my self and watch the fuzzy winter pluck away the topmost joy from our faces
Eager I try to hold back
A devastating wind whoops me on the back living awful souvenirs on my coat
Nature, why this cruel? Rhetorical
I sob in tears on every passing day of the season
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem