هیچ وقت به فراخور زندگی سایرین در نمیام
آمار
بهمن ۱۷، ۱۳۸۸
Winter
Fur of foxes to white
Is fading
Not because of fear but coldness
Is coming
No creature in the wood
Is happy
But they would be
If the cold wind
Wouldn't step in
They are looking for food, although
There is not any
A sound comes from deep
Oh, the tail of a ferret
Is shaking
Nightingales try to sing
But the sound
Is buzzing
Aye, living in winter is not easy
But maybe
Because of secret
The whole is bonny
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