Bud pushing accumulated snow
off the branch to cold water below
watch by pretty red breasted bird
chirping a melody i never heard.
I tried to hum but failed miserably
because my lips are numb and in agony.
Falling snow forming pretty waves,
blurring shadows of your face and leaves.
Hiding my fingers touching your hair,
but i didn't miss your smile, my dear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem