Without the slightest movement,
I stand in the blizzard.
Wind raging,
Ice lashing my face.
I have no strength,
And no desire for comfort.
Spring, I am not ready!
But you, Blizzard, are perfect.
You let me show everyone,
The way it’s been inside.
Blizzard, I plead,
Erase me!
Dissolve these thoughts.
Take with you, this hope and resistance,
And sweep this mind empty.
1 comment:
raluca , tu ai scris asta ? e frumos si patrunzator , dar mi se pare pesimista ... asa e ? mama .
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