my head on pillow
Icicles hung from the roof
awaiting slumber
my head on pillow Icicles hung from the roof awaiting slumber.....so touching and haunting. Beautiful poem.
Imagery is good, the melting of ice and coming of sleep nicely expressed, so is the life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Memories of the night. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.