(foto di Yang Zeng Zhang 杨敬忠 )
When night time
falls once more
.
as my limbs linger
on my own steps
.
on a black and white
garden of snow
.
melting ashes on tips
on my fingers and one tree
.
stands alone blue in the midst
of silences sounds arise
.
one by one in the eternal
moment I realize I’m – but
.
one question arise maybe two:
how many more times
.
deaths and resurrections
how many more solitudes
.
till we can meet again
my love?
Luminesia 