As pure as snow
as light as the sun
iciciles melt and water droplets melt
like deer running down a mountian of glass
only to hide and blend into the grass
melting and blending to the earth they flow
like a marmot running to hide in his hole
to gather we prance and dance in the snow
the ending of winters great mysterious flow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is great. I love the Imagery and the flow it is a great write....