Autumn's rain has grown cold.
Her gray eyes on the skyline.
A world of wind and snow,
Patiently perched on the horizon.
And when ice hangs,
Like daggers from my windowsill,
I'll still sleep soundly through this winter storm.
For frozen hearts will melt away,
In the strength of summer's arms.
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I would like to translate this poem
good flow...great job with the use of words