The snow is cold
It's chilling me
It's killing me
Nothing to do
No where to go
Sittings here thinking
Wanting to return to childhood
Return to a time
When I knew so little
And cared so less
When they say 'Ignorance is bliss'
They're not kidding
If not knowing is joy
Then knowing must be pain
Knowing must be sorrow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem