Melodies happily playing in my mind, taking me through
fields of snow, white and glimmering.
Shadows touching it gently, not wanting to disturb any
of the snowflakes.
Delicate beauty filling this mind with their perfect
designs.
Shining in the moonlight, fascinating intellect with
their pristine beauty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Christmas is coming I wish for snow...thanks