Snow
Drizzles
From her mouth
And it kills with pride
The glimmer in her face
Is the brightness
Of the sun
But harmless
As the moon
Her voice is tender
And softer
Than cold dew
And slender
And tender
Is the stem
With the rose.
'Written on 24/4/2005
at Zaria, Nigeria.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem you have there! ^_^ I like it! ahehe... happy valentines to you sir! XD greetings from, -GanNi