Snow
Sleepless
tired
wanting the world
to spin
in a dream
gazing
through a window
watching the snow
fall
and the world
spin
this might
already
be a dream
alone
puffing nicotine
eyes through glass
watching snow
to die
like this
in this
scenario
peaceful
like snow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem