ICICLES Our summer smiles and love sighs withered along with the star flowers at the first yawns and signs of weariness of nature’s luscious dance of transition. Our pond’s ripples reflected happiness before the cold winds created a frown on the truthful mirror of our souls and the waters swallowed our glow. The velvet carpet of brilliant green where we used to dance and dream, archived upon distant memory shelves and buried under thick layers of ice. This love was thought to be eternal forever blessed and kissed by the stars meant to parade in daylight for all to see in its airy elegance and swanlike purity. Now my lonely steps resound in the night the white willows are heavy with icicles dangling from the branches like moonlit lamps as if solemnly celebrating our own hibernated light. Will you visit again this place where we froze to ice statues upon streams of sudden pain? Will we once more breathe universe together and resurrect our love into a second Spring? |
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Margherita!!!
Such beautiful images, of frozen water! Amazing!
Thank you for taking us on your: The velvet carpet of brilliant green...
Love and light being, Teo Do (Re, Mi, Fa, So, LaaAAAAA!!!!!)