Thursday, November 24, 2011

The last step to Winter

Leaves are changing,
Leaves are dying.

Winter is closer
Wind is colder,
heavier and deeper.

She has come.
She has come.

With a broken smile
With blue ice eyes
With frozen fingers and white,
like her smile.

My heart is broken another time.

She has come.
She has come.



P.S.: black bird (Turdus merula) in a leafless tree in December, in a Madrid´s  Park.

1 comment:

  1. Just a memory and their effect in my head. This is winter, this is her, with her cold touch (cold because it is a memory).

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