I see the moonlight in the snow.
It holds a secret you should know.
Covered beneath the ice and cold.
Are the bodies of the young and old.
Taken silently from there homes.
I took my time and cut their bones.
Layed out now beneath the frost.
Like some old trash that i had tossed.
Scattered remains of the past.
Barely covered it cannot last.
The moonlight smiles at if it knows.
What will have when the winter goes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem