Morning snow is falling down
Behind the melancholic music of zyphyr
Birds are singing a farewell song
End with a perfect silence calms
Loving eyes blinds away
Caring hands fade so far
Lucky moon slide away
swaddled me a bitter taunt
Niether a pity eyes nor a smiling face
Nothing beside remains
A lonely impulse of delight
I would not fear nor wish my fate
In this dark of badluck
Let me sleep unseen and unknown
Not even a single stone will say
what and where, now i am
But tomorrow,
Let my sun to pour
His countless beams in sharp
Upon my clouds in deep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice thinking aloud, , thanx