WINTER DREAM

A WINTER DREAM

Artwork : "Winter dreaming" by Josephine Wall

             I have started to hear the light since I have joined my temple to the winter’s cold window waiting for the snow to fall down on my soul…. I’m watching the branches without leaves, adorning them with my white thoughts. But white is sometimes sad.
        I would have never thought that winter could carress and now I’m waiting for her ice fingers to touch me as I were her younger and sadder sister… My eyes are gray for being ill of the sky’s colour since the fall has scattered theirs in the falling leaves.
        It’s a long time since I have been watching the horizons, waiting for the cranes… But it will last long till they come back… and I’m tired.
        My hot touch has melted one of the window’s ice flowers and maybe through the warm window eye the winter is watching the sleep of my cold temple under which a dream is born, full of coming back cranes.

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