I walk softly
Upon a secret land
The wood's rough edges
Covered by snow's soft hand
Footprints are left
In an open wood
A river trickles near
Under winter's light hood
My dreams fly free
As I travel the wind
Escape, it whispers
If only you can
I call to my memories
I search in the sky
But snow's simple grace
Hides truth from my eye
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice theme.well done