As if the silence is frozen
And the first houses at far
Have lost their voices
Only the black calls
Of crows lift
From flat water
As I had slept
Under the snow
And lost all time
The air is heavy
White with orphans,
Blind and cold
As I hear my footsteps
On ice that breaks like a carpet
As If I am being followed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well written poem about winter good imagery with lots of feeling