The snow was made water
I see the land that was hidden
and kept the seeds
From high up horizons
they give hope
from the top I see, you lull a branch
As a child
because nothing is deeper
the throb of new life
Wanting to get away from that big space
House that contains your story
is a challenge to the essence
of your being. Amar heaven, earth, trees
that saw you born and grow
which are renewed every year
each spring
No, you are soaked all over
you know blue and gold
even under winter snow
The hard winter
The hard and exhausting task
to be reborn
It is your rebirth, your cycle
repeated....
I do not know if you managed to leave
that all
I only know that always
You'll be coming back every night.
Antonio Guzzo
Tanya Grinewich Congratulations on your works, they are wonderful and have charm and softness. They are impregnated with feeling
June 9, 2016 at 23:05
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