drifiting down slowly like a snowflake
beautiful and unique
such a long lonely journey
towards oblivion
try as I might,
destiny cannot change
falling to be swallowed up by the ground below
so what I can and must enjoy is the journey
for what is past is lost
what has to come Will...
(08th april 2002)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Virginia even with the sadness implied, this is a very beautifully written poem. During such winter moments it may be hard to remember, but the same snowflake will in the spring provide the moisture that sparks the crocus.