Winter is coming with its rain, and cold,
I know my bones will ache,
because they are getting old.
But there will still be a sparkle,
in my blue grey eyes,
as they view the wonders of nature,
in her every disguise.
Tango.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If Love of nature shines out of those blue grey eyes even in Winter then a def.10 I gift you as another nature lover