to die, to sleep...
The cruelty of frozen hearts
transforms the world into a desert
of despair in anguished hopelessness
in frozen endlessness and white sterility
where cries of languishment are stifled
by the death of muted universal silence, –
but appearances are only there to lie.
Well hidden under cover, winter blossoms sleep
and bide their moment to explode
out of the ice in life's eternal triumph
in the fullest bloom of love and beauty;
but their time is not yet come.
Do not disturb their sleep,
but let them have their fair amount of rest
to later the more splendidly be able to
take care of us and of all life
in all love's worthiest magnificence.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2009-02-18 at 12:40
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Winter Blossoms
The cruelty of frozen hearts
transforms the world into a desert
of despair in anguished hopelessness
in frozen endlessness and white sterility
where cries of languishment are stifled
by the death of muted universal silence, –
but appearances are only there to lie.
Well hidden under cover, winter blossoms sleep
and bide their moment to explode
out of the ice in life's eternal triumph
in the fullest bloom of love and beauty;
but their time is not yet come.
Do not disturb their sleep,
but let them have their fair amount of rest
to later the more splendidly be able to
take care of us and of all life
in all love's worthiest magnificence.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
Read 432 times
Written on 2009-02-18 at 12:40
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