There is an ill light coming with the sunrise,
scattering bitterness over the mountains,
unwillingly setting the green on flames.
How inevitable is the agony of the sky and
the fall of the leaves reciting ballads!
A loneliness, a despair creeps out,
verifying the dismal perfume of a frozen soil,
striving to recognize the glory of the world.
The ashes of a fire place, the death of sunflowers
how they stab the innocence in every smile!
I pace, madly, crying over my squandered tranquility,
like a moon letting its brightest star depart.
I’m thinking, seduced by the spell of winter,
disabled by the empty waltz of snowflakes,
irrevocably craving the sweet kisses of summer.
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© 2011 Broken Sparkles