I just translated it. As with the others, the grammar and word choice in this French poem are all over the place. A natural consequence of machine translation, unfortunately.
Alice is flowers of winter
Advent of winter
Winter fairyOnce the wind
has become white
I notice winter's arrival.
After snow
has gently fallenfrost covers the surface of the lake.
I put the camellia
into the palm of my hand
and spilled a drop
of tear.
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