Night Time Falls, February 2013


When night time
falls once more

as my limbs linger
on my own steps

on a black and white
garden of snow

melting ashes on tips
on my fingers and one tree

stands alone blue in the midst
of silences sounds arise

one by one in the eternal
moment I realize I’m – but

one question arise maybe two:
how many more times

deaths and resurrections
how many more solitudes

till we can meet again
my love?




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