Every snowflake that's circling, around
wakes a sullen child's inner angel
up from a winter wonderland mindset.
Every snowflake, fissured, falling from a cloud
it is a magical experience felt inside.
That truly tingles inside their mind.
By those who-are-quite big but feel so very small
every snowflake that's falling to the ground
is like a seed of happiness newly found.
They're like pearls you can taste on your tongue.
Imagine an angel's wing brushing your face
it's a heavenly moment no-one-can replace
it's an angel's wing heavenly touching your face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a lovely limage of snowflakes and angel wings. I enjoyed your poem Mark :)