I cannot see the snow
but if I could I'd go
inside a a crystal globe
I'd watch the magic show
for there the whiteness falls
so safe beneath the glass
I would not feel the cold
but I'd relive the past
I need the fantasy
the snow globe speaks to me
of winters long ago
this rosebud in the snow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sensitivity in real poetical terms.