I like to watch the ceilings grow
And bury myself out in the snow
I let the ice stick to my hair
and hope that no one meets me there
If I should slip and fall into
the freezing water, dark and blue
don’t pull me out, I’d like to be
an icicle inside the sea
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
:) simple and sweet.. I’d like to be an icicle inside the sea I loved this line...