The soul still slips on the black ice of love
The heart still sows seeds of kisses
The brain still feeds the atmosphere with insecurities
The Sun still shines trying to melt the cold away.
And now the birds unite and chirp
The flowers sway in the breeze
And them lovers walk hand in hand
Holding hands, scared -
Spring might freeze their hands forever.
And burn them away before the snowflakes fall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem