Melting
I will write about love strongly, as
I am a universal abbreviation for a love whose place only new lovers know. They
are looking for me on the paths. It is strange how can they see me when I am a
planet of ice melted by the blind winds? Since then, I have been disappearing
in a river of tears.
All I'm good at is that I descend every day
from the sparkling springs into a foggy valley that knows no clarity. My
letters are unreadable, and my years are unimaginable. They are just a memory
from a time when the lights went out.
Everything here turns like a lost
wheel, and I am that strange tree, standing there with the crown of longing on
my head, looking towards the road, hoping for your arrival, even if it is a
cloud. I cry every day because of all this longing, I cry because I am lost in
your vast world. I'm crying so hard because I'm so happy by you.
