It is snowing and snowing and snowing.
Soon my transparent soul will be covered.
It is freezing and icing and sleeting.
My once malleable heart will be frozen.
How does one liberate the soul, the heart, the mind?
How does one take a trip behind the mirror?
Maybe the crystalline ice will reveal the magical soul,
And the layers of snow will warm the still-beating heart.
Margaret, thanks for your visit.
ReplyDeleteCan you read Portuguese, or you translated it?
Nice blog you started. I also love "la vie de toutes les couleurs".
See, I found this post of yours about snow and freezing wheather very interesting, because here in Brazil the temperatures are very, very high, I almost melted today. And the afternoons are always stormy. What a crazy world we live in...
nice to meet you.
This post reads like a lovely poem! I am enjoying visiting your blog!
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