Snowy hearts

Cold texture of pure poetry

Falling romantic on the street,

you, snow of this troubled winter,

Warm up my heart.

Unexpected and desired,

You infused magic in a routine too calculated

And hands that only work,

And do not caress enough.

28 May 2018

White future

White hair between my fingers
And apparent on my mind,
Signal the time and story I have crossed.
Natural and unprecedented feathers
That take me to that next for of life
I am longing for,
Since a child.

17 August, 2017 21:52

zoomed picture of white clover wild flower
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6 July, 2017 18:45

Zoom picture of a White and pink rose flower
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9 May, 2017 20:42

Zoomed picture of two white wild garlic flowers
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17 April, 2017 21:36