frozen winds swift through deadwood branches
whipping snow against treetrunks
my eyelashes glitter with tiny crystals of ice
golden sunrise alights on the wings of a seagull
as he keens and wheels over the frozen bay
cloudless blue
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I would like to translate this poem
Nice Miss BlueFin Dave, , , it's fine the way it is..no worries dave xxxx