Watching snow flakes dance to the Earth below,
I realize that they are nothing but my dreams of old.
I knew once that by this time next year, by noon tomorrow, by the time I turn...
Now I know there is naught but seconds, lest one more flake will fall,
and crash against the unyielding ground below,
never to fall again;
never to fall again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brief but nice. I like it. :)