Confessor, Winter Wind

Blow, blow, you unfeeling winter wind, Cruel, wicked you are, Numberless leaves you pluck so harshly, Clothesless you make them unkindly, As mercy is not enthroned in your heart, Oh! How truthful you are, You're inward alike as your outward shows, Poisoned soul with devilish appearance, You are not a deceiver but a revealer, You hide none as a living soul does, How living souls smile through the heart is poisoned, How they speak gently though inside fury sparks, How they laugh sweetly though sadness dwells beneat the chest, Trying to impress others they live, And in the graveyard they reach truth being unrevealed, Oh! Humans try not wearing two faces.