On the wings of frozen metal,
The echoes of a spider's step rush,
And icy shells are murmuring a song
Underneath foamy shores sinking in epic solitude.
The goddess of the beach is waking up,
To greet the morning with her holy, untouched smile
And comfort the sea's pain,
Blowing love and warmth from her ruby hair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem