The snow in winter
Drop softly
Like the petals of flowers
Rests on the ground
Or hillsides
Like the mattress of God
Pure, silky and foamy
When wind blows
It floats like tiny balloons
Free from the hands of
Merry making children
On the leaves of trees
It lies like an innocent baby
Sleeping peacefully
In her mother’s lap
On the stones
It drops liked the
Lovelorn heart
Of a lover
Whose beloved is far away
Leaving him to shiver
In the cold of ingratitude
On the lake it swims
Like the feelings
Of a beloved in the memory
Of his long awaited lover
Freely in the air
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem