Pure as purity can convey,
With white little fickle snowflakes
Falling,
Fluttering – If you will –
At its will,
Constantly gathering,
Accolating – Still and still –
Beyond its will,
Deeply caressing the ground
Cold,
As cold as white can convey
-2/8/2010-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem