Don't give up on her -
She's only sleeping.
Just believe in her -
She will awaken.
Her dreams are turning
With the seasons
But this snow-white land
Doesn't need her yet.
She's waiting for spring;
For primroses;
For the first cuckoo
To call her home.
Delightful! Delightful! Delightful! (are there primroses out east?)
Beautiful and evocative. You are a rich word painter. Always your friend in poetry, Sandra
and when she wakes up in spring, who's to say she's no longer dreaming... :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful. I wonder if she'll ever dare to eat fruit again... -chuck