Snowflakes fall from clouds of cotton,
the Concretes darkness is now forgotten.
Footprints to my destination,
the silence is my meditation.
Fresh snow shimmers in the night,
when the snow is gone
it's in the sky
and all the whiteness in my sight
will flash upon my inward eye.
The ice like thin crystal sheets
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem