Sending thoughts into a flurry of yesterday's snow storms,
feeling their icy coldness touch my heart with no mercy.
Holding always, the tempo of sorrow close enough to be
touched constantly.
Turning away from life, revolving in time, bringing moments
into perspective timing.
Giving many icicles of rhetoric to melt and confuse me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem