In the delicate snowflake of a dream
An icy, white beauty enchanted me;
More sumptuous than summer's fair flowers,
Yet a sure sign of Nature's darker powers.
For Beauty is not merely golden light,
But frosted, black branches in wintertime.
She whispers her secrets in star-strewn nights.
She treads the line between discord and rhyme.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
She whispers her secrets in star-strewn nights. She treads the line between discord and rhyme. /// beautiful poetic writings
Thanks Mahtab...many festive greetings to you my friend!