The inevitable evening fell
upon the thickening night.
In the midst of two woods
she stood to count the
dreams of her tiptoed life.
The flakes of the snow,
the sudden wind, the upcoming
night, threw her into the
abysmal of the deep darkness.
The cobweb of the mist
drew a curtain between
her forgotten past and
the aghast unwanted present!
Twelve months' twelve
drops of tears fell
as frozen dew on the
untrodden ground.
Picturesque she entangled
to divide the past, present
and the future............
Beautiful poem again, full of inspiration and imagination. Great metaphor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The cobweb of the mist drew a curtain between her forgotten past and the aghast unwanted present......... Beautiful lines! ! Love them! !