Unto thee:
oh dawn breaking on the
marrow;
Thouest know how my longing
beats in time to the ever pulse of life.
For the reflection of time
disturbed; like the ripple in a pond
That spreads out over
your surface
Oh, Silent Winter;
she that clarifys the view
seen unto the blue skies
as the air presses down
cannot sorrow; also
be remade
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem