The tiredness - procuress of the sadness; 
The sadness is the sister of fatigue, 
During a plain winter with grey shawls, 
She covered human bodies in boutiques. 

And we are cloudless birds of self-portrayal; 
We live in hopes for spring or summer praise 
We hope that neither in our dreams nor in our faces 
We"ll meet the crutches of the winter days.