Siberia's cold wind blows near,
Running were the winter deer.
Just wait,
Till the night the blossoming petals of white covers the greeny land.
A snow flake,
would fall on the freckle in the back of your slender and delicate hand.
Melting like a tear from a long lost friend,
To told you a old story that you have not yet met,
To remind you of a future promise that you should have kept.
Do you ever notice,
among the mist of wild snow,
Also were the huge fire rose.
''Siberia's cold wind blows.. / / .. the huge fire rose '' a delicate, melancholic composition..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i do like it... it seems like a good tale i'd like to hear more of....