Soft upon my eyelashes
Turning my cheeks to pink
Softly falling, falling
Not a sound in the air
Delicately designed in snow
Fading away at my touch
Leaving only a glistening drop
And its memory
(1984)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmmmm... I like the way you describe the falling snow. It has that dreamy feel to it. dan