Full thick and endowed.
Comes here every day without reason.
A certain man
that she has called.
He comes to sit by her heart.
To be near.
Held up to the light by her hand.
Pulling the sword back as she does.
Mountains that grow up and down.
Into the valley where they sleep.
Comes another and her eyes are shut.
Not closed to the snow,
slowly then one eye it suddenly opens.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem