This is life:
Angel prints in a deep snow bar,
Hanging branches beneath the storm,
Dying roses, glimmering sun-
Sometimes life had just begun..
And this is life:
Steamy windows, brittle smiles,
Frozen raindrops only for a while,
And- poking out of a frosted glen-
One opened flower, for his whim..
That's beautiful. Short and very picturesque. Thank you. mark walters
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great poem........ short but thorough