During my lunch time
Snow flakes come down from the sky
This is a surprise.
Now, it's the Spring time
This little snow I don't mind
It gives me a smile.
It's onion snow
Not enough to cause sorrow:
It comes and goes.
I wrote this short poem
Snow stopped before I finished
Snow short as this poem.
NHIEN NGUYEN MD
3/25/2018
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem