The sun rises above
the white mountain-tops
penetrating air crystals
wondering the beauty.
When the ice melts
it flows down the heart
as the snow breathes
its ceasing stay in visit.
You wonder where
are the melted hearts
you dig down the snow
collecting faded flowers.
Flowers of ice, flowers
of lost illusions and misery
flowers of love and hope
you stitch them all in one.
Sep 20, 2020
Sep 20, 2020 at 9:29 AM UTC
The sun rises above
the white mountain-tops
penetrating air crystals
wondering the beauty.
When the ice melts
it flows down the heart
as the snow breathes
its ceasing stay in visit.
You wonder where
are the melted hearts
you dig down the snow
collecting faded flowers.
Flowers of ice, flowers
of lost illusions and misery
flowers of love and hope
you stitch them all in one.
