Ari

@ari · 15 Jun 2022

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Winter flower

And a flower was born in winter,

in this snow without a heartbeat,

and gave me its scent,

despite the inclemency,

and it was great incidence,

which he ignored in hardship,

because the flower decayed,

and its leaves on the ground,

they took flight,

and the wilted flower was left,

lifeless and unscented,

and it was my winter flower,

the one that I saw one day,

and as beautiful as light,

in the firmament of heaven,

oh, flower of my winter,

clear and with sunlight,

if you had light in life,

the one that gives you and strengthens you,

but it is that he dies,

your essence and your fragrance,

and I mourn your absence,

when i look again

a winter flower,

who has taken her,

the wind again,

because he perished without love,

I looked at her and I didn't talk to her,

I visited it and I didn't water it,

I don't know, if he already forgave me,

my winter flower,

who now like the caterpillar,

he will have left,

to be reborn again,

in spring and back,

to give its scent,

by believing in it.