</>Snowflakes always know where to find you,
and ghosts tremble the branches
as though no one were about.
Thickened silence becomes crystalline,
like windows,
Then a mountain's shadow comes
to extinguish the remains of day-
The stars all standing very still,
as if they never had a name.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I fill as though I have stepped out of time while reading this; amazing. Thanks for the 'moment.'