This week there is something new... my Gloomy wrote and translated a poem for you ...
It’s snowing and the small brook between our houses is frozen.
Though the ice is stable, you’re not coming to me.
The Crocuses are in bloom and the brooks ice is melting slowly.
Though we have a new bridge, you’re not coming.
Bees are buzzing and in our brook the frogs are croaking.
Though I have ripe strawberries in my garden, you’re not on your way.
The leaves are falling and the wind whispers in your garden too.
Though your kite fell down in my garden, you’re not here.
A snowman was standing in your garden alone till yesterday.
Last night I built one next to it.