'Slowing moving away from your soft crystallizing embrace.
Coldness set in as I separated myself from you.
As the chill of the air started to carry me away.
I whispered, 'Goodbye my dear fair friend.'
Looking back at the frozen memories which are numbing in my head now, To the end.
My fingers are like hot iclcles
melting away with pain writing these words which might Ignite a cold heart on fire.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
... which might ignite a cold heart on fire... nice