Three days became bright a snowfall...
Three days - white melancholy...
Today, the January sky has turned blue
As your dreaming eyes...
Unexpectedly, so unusually...
The burning frost bites me on cheeks...
As yours perfidious kiss...
And I have lost road to a blizzard...
Already I miss about yesterday's a snowfall...
Three days became bright a snowfall...
Three days - white melancholy...
2.01.09
Melancholy is a beautiful poetic word and you capture the very essence of in these elegiac, January lines. Exceptional. Love, Sandra
Song of the snowfall sung by lovers like white flakes.Sweet piece Tsira.
Three days over the cusp of a new year... Your title tis an interesting word.. conquers sadness for me and covered in snow's blanket.. it somehow ends pure in Holy.. A Happy New Year to you Tsira, aroha Deana xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
..such words held together in their own gentle mantle..exist in its own space..breaths its own air..refractory within their own light..depending on nothing outside of itself....a completed completeness.....a poem without compare :) tom