Winter of the life
Chaotic is outside
I, in car
It is dark
Window's bad; of last night
I flush
Blades wipe
Fantastic; in no time
Shape flakes, crystal
Windshield has shield of ice
It is nice, it is nice
It is nice
It wakes me like alarm
It's clock of its kind
"It's winter of the life."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem