miércoles, 25 de marzo de 2020

A flower in the snow, poem.

A flower in the snow

A flower in the snow
and the look is extended
A path between stars
A light that never goes out.

The tread of a man
in the mire that bitter
The herard is tired
legs fail him
the soul is broken.

Fills the narrow gate
the desire of the prisioner.
Behind is the stars,
the old, road markings,
their vain attempts.

The color of a flower,
the light of a candle,
total darkness.

Hope always walking.
(The door opens a crack)
The Way, the Truth,
The Light.
Call, come in,

The star that leads the way
are YOU.
Secreto canto de las luciérnagas

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