Because the snow is melting...
...while it is falling...
...in the ending winter...
...I am sitting on my window...
...watching the snowfall on this odd time...
...and listening to the sound of water drops...
...dripping from the rooftops;
The drops falling on the snow down quietly...
...hardly making an audible sound;
Still I hear the sound of silence...
...and become One with it.
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem