Falling to an ending fade.
The wind of inescapable fate,
The difference within each flake
Is the same, as every dropp within the rain.
Snow flakes are different all the same.
White and glistening from black birth
Out of thin air, made uniquely diverse.
No pattern is wealthy by worth.
Complete silence surrounded-and estranged
By snow flakes that are different...yet all the same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem