اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
This eternal ice cries a vast wind
Forbidden landscapes of my northern chill.
As clear blue cold arctic waters
Remain so drenched in quintessence.
All night, the stars breathe down
On branches that shall forever churn.
There are no leaves and no life that beckons
Her glistening white paranormalities.
