A spot of red in the snow –
tiny, isolated,
easy to be missed.
An eternal event
(of minor proportions)
has occurred here.
One life was given to another
no tragedy in cosmic terms,
just patterns of life.
Tracks across the snow –
little ones end,
larger ones continue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great lines! A work of an intricate mind.