I have died today
Never to see the snowbird
Carry me through this tomb of ice
And let me sink and touch riches.
My face freezes
I burn with the sun’s hand
In a garden, touch me gentle
I see, I hear.
Blow on my candle
That velvet on stone
On the silver sea mist I walk
Forward to the sea’s singing.
My horizon is on canvas
The cloth is silk and old
Comfort is the warm air
As I sleep in the dragon’s nest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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