The Poem of Snow
Are they snow,those white elvis floating in winter?
I look at the deep footprints on the sonwy ground
Which dream-seeker has danced here in such an early morning?
The snow up on trees is still so crystal
Some are naughty,dancing with tousy feathers
The entire world seems to be quiet
The only sound occasionally is my own footstep
Holding the niveous snow in both hands
I would like to hold the whole winter in my hands
And put it in my heart
Like forever
Open the messy door of my heart
Let in the pureness and snowy white
Maybe I‘ll harvest some happyness and peace