in soft white pads the snowflakes fall,
They build, they drift, they cover all,
So unaware that they caress
The little grave my warm tears bless.
The turquoise eyes forever sleep,
And only i still wake and weep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
devastating lines...the loss so deeply projected. yes those of us who have felt the loss of close ones can fully appreciate the torment blessed be sat