The raindrops fall as silky as the spiders' webs.
The woe hangs down from some high vaults in the mid-air.
On long, old streets, the souls are now at a low ebb.
Some clouds have new choleric dreams in the sun's glare.
That piece of shattered happiness cannot be seen~
A giant snake; the light will coil in the whole sky.
Beckoning the stubborn sunbeams for the last green,
The blind blow of the gale is a challenging cry.
The cold rain doesn't stop amid the fever dreams.
Nature's dismay will disappear in ignorance.
Young, slim buds can wait on tree maternal limbs,
But the spring's milky grin remains a remembrance.
No piece of shattered happiness will be so near.
In the frost, all the stubborn sunbeams disappear.
Poem by Marieta Maglas