the wind tosses around
small pearls of ice
the finest treasures from its chests
oh, so angrily
the courtyard of this cold castle
full of sleeping trees
and the paths underneath
missing the sound of footsteps
eagles circling in the air
far above the frozen waters
oh, the fierce winter
keeps the spring away
a lone oak leaf knocking against my window
Selite:
käännös omasta runostani / translation of my own work
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