Olde English Translated
Olde English Translated
As one who writes, I now, with expressions that will be in ink, will create poetry. Wonderful!
The rustling of the trees sounds like a whistling flute in the unsettling wind. This wind foreshadows the weather and anticipates a large snowfall, covering old patches of snow.
Listen to the wind. It is not one to joke. It tells truth not banter, surely a loud whisper meant
to be heard. Do not be one who wishes to trouble himself by going abroad in the town.
The snow will fly everywhere, and you will lose your way, stuck in the street all night.
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