Snowflakes danced in blinding darkness
at they were fondled by the gale
then caressed the trees like fingertips
learning unfamiliar braille.
A lonely Fey stood at the portal
and yearned to ride the storm
but turned in solace to the fire
in her desperate venture to be warm.
She stared into the writhing flames
and was spellbound by the blaze
they came to life within her eyes
as brilliant, incandescent rays.
She sought within the soaring sparks
a way to exorcise her pain
then of the cinders she glimpsed h
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I would like to translate this poem