Blue lights in an intense bluened atmosphere keeping track of white traces that dive and delve into depths of a lovely dimension where happiness glides across fields of snow.
Glittering beautifully in a midnight environment of winter, pulling at icicles as they hang on eaves of a house filled with a family united and warm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Blue loights keeping track of the white. what a kind of imagination. how original ar u dear RoseAnn