Paused Winter

Come for me, as the spring comes for winter

And embellish these desolate mountains with rainbow-colored iris and purple heather;

My feet are calloused and frost-bitten because of standing all night under the flickering and dull town lights

My weary eyes gaze with stillness towards the obscuring fog and purple skies ;

Bring to my wilderness the serene of rustling maple leaves 

So, that I can lie down under their tranquil fall to rest my somnolent eyes;

Hush these ear-splitting frosty wind

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s with the pacifying swaying sounds of crocuses and lavenders 

And edify these raucous rains of blue winters, the Arcadian ways of sun-glitters;

Spread a rosy warmth on my glistened cheeks and melt this grey town with new sprouts of desire

These obstinate dreary hills, these ferocious rains have tried to tell me a million times that all my stay will be in despair;

But this blurry pale moon clothed in fleece-s of melancholy and, I knew that you will come for me, just like the spring comes for winter