the children played games
getting from here
to where the truth was
without touching a flake
needless to say
the only ones who got there
were liars
but while the honest ones
shrank back from
the touch of snow
the liars
were where the truth was
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truth that is the great thing and highlighted in the poem. Great writing.