to the whispers of the winter wind,
delivered unto me scrolls of a distant past.
drowned in a pond, existence as is has ceased.
whispered unto my person by the winter wind is an occurrence in a distant past
of quite the significance to the author
prompting him to jot down an ode to the fallen pyramids, an existence forever engraved in the walls of history.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem