when dialogue stops,
the soul has already died,
and ice has formed on the lips
of the heart...
close the eyes softly,
prepare for snow...
praying for the promise of spring!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So true Eric, when our heart gets cold, it freezes and cannot go anywhere, Add some warmth and it becomes fluid. Add more warmth and it becomes vapour, floating, expanding into the universe. Excellent poetry