Winter seeds
You are frozen lips
beside the white snow
cold past, dropping down
muttering sad words
like an unleash dream
at the silences dome
but
never, is not ever
but
nothing is not, all
and beyond those eyes
field of tears, lights on
like the sun of March
wakening gods up
bright wings ride the sky
arising in dew
your wishes
your steps
your time
glimmering in red
while the garden grows
cause
never is not ever
cause
nothing is not, all
new bottoms of life
slide
from that heart, youve torn
red honey
PS.
This is my humble present for you, Marta, and all those rebel flowers, spreading seeds every day all over our winter lands.
Thanks and best wishes for the new year
!
PS.
La foto es del jardín de Marta.
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