Holding eyes of a liar
Then run away
Run away...
And maybe they will come back to you
Snow falling true
Voices calling you
Dance and feel the cold grow so blue
Somehow a flower can be born tonight
It will live through the winter, strong it fights
Colour the mighty white with some light
And again it will breathe for tonight..
Snow show me a way
Which I can follow every day
Sleep and feel the ice so cold even in May..
I will find a way
And dance all day..
Falling and waking again...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like the conception of absurdism in your poems. i think the last stanza exactly refers to absurdism(falling and waking) . and the SPRING IS DEAD.~nb