Cruel Winters Harshness Poem by Dwayne Bailey
Cruel Winters Harshness
Cruel winters harshness is upon me,
the chill of the snow against my face;
As I wonder lost on the mountain of life,
am I to die in this forsaken place?
Why does fate frown upon me?
What have I done that was so bad?
That I found myself about to die,
with a heavy heart that is sad.
Dwayne, nice but a sad note to it. Its not fate nor what he has done, but what he did not do that puts one there. Its when one gives up that causes despair... *10*! ! ! Thad
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I would like to translate this poem
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According an Indian belief the individual's life is matter spirit union and is transcendental; if there is a flaw at some stage in the past (previous birth) it may manifest in the present; another reason for illnesses is graceless interaction with the environment.These are part of the mystical beliefs.