Where death is life,
day is night
and the earth has no sky,
That's where the graveyard beckons me
to a tomb beneath the ice.
Beneath,
the sheets of ice she lies -
a crystal frigid grave,
but the ice is never colder
than the gaze still left on her face.
Entombed,
beneath the ice she lies,
preserved and still so pretty.
Frozen cold, forever still
where she sleeps for all eternity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The Frost Queen...keep sharing :)