The winds have died down,
no longer stinging at your eyes,
You've managed to keep yourself
away from the world that you've left behind.
Those tears froze
as soon as they hit your pale cheeks.
But through parched lips,
I manage to hear you speak,
and you ask me,
'is your heart as fierce and cold, as this wind? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem