i stay with mara at the window.
a beautiful winter's day
it snows as we eat biscuits with apple sauce
not saying a thing.
each with the whole winter morning before us.
sometimes we stop eating and
press our noses to the glass
we stay that way without saying a thing
breath warms my face slowly
and slowly-slowly mara's breath
spreads warmth throughout the park
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem