The reflection on the snow sends my mind to a distant place
Many people to see and meet; most I don’t know their face
Yet, I long to be in a place where there is much more activity
A place where with a chance— where I can be what I want to be
Away from the darkness, rural roads & just a few street lights
So I moved to the city— with a future with much more in sight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem