Of history

Of history,
poems frost of the path
winter power feels solid.
The record bears a rainbow Big Dipper,
to which poets love.
From the frozen ground,
Up until the morning to struggle,
the poem off the morning's message.

Heroes islets,
sleep out of the reach of open sea,
half the night sailed:
across the seven seas,
Finland is an icy night in March.
I'm writing a song from my country,
poem foundation,
dark nights,
endless love filling work.