the Dawn seemed to take its time
the Sound of Wind devouring clear
the Snowy Mantle lay serene
on the color of Spring, which is green.
the Sprouting charm demeanor ornamental
to the damsel Landscape,
whose delicacy cannot suffice in narration,
embeds one's misery to oblivion.
the conspicuous grace of the Nature
drew me to an entangled delusion
and now I knew, how to say,
the December here, Greets its way!
the Sound of Wind devouring clear
the Snowy Mantle lay serene
on the color of Spring, which is green.
the Sprouting charm demeanor ornamental
to the damsel Landscape,
whose delicacy cannot suffice in narration,
embeds one's misery to oblivion.
the conspicuous grace of the Nature
drew me to an entangled delusion
and now I knew, how to say,
the December here, Greets its way!