Might that be snow that’s falling down?
With no sound tapping to the ground
Yet, there be whiteness all around
Yet, I feel warmness in the crown
If eyes should come to open now
Then what shall be in the surround?
A life or dream? That is unbound
Or maybe to wake up in clouds
Should there be torment in this town?
That we have called our home that’s proud
Do we not touch life, if allowed?
The secrets that the gods enshroud
The sea of dreams is where we drown
The answer to be never found
The unknown can only confound
To give us snow that falls unsound
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem