The trees are covered with snow
White magic on their branches,
The earth is thrilling and a crow
Is singing its own feeling.
One snake in immortality
Is biting cruel the ground,
Under the snow and near by
My sacred, dead, sweet child.
It’s winter time, the sky is grey
And ice is everywhere,
Deep in my bones is also cold
And sins are in my heart…
Please fly away with me
My sacred dead sweet child!
Let’s build another world:
You should be king…
You will be god!
So touching…
Lots of love to you my beautiful friend!!!
Maria
You never cease to surprise me with what you post here! Beautiful indeed! Thank you.
Very touching and moving poem. If you have lost a child, you have my condolences and full empathy. Peace be with you.
Hey Lynda. I lost a friend, not a child. That was just a metaphor. Marius was sweet as a child, and childish as any man. This poem is dedicated to a beautiful man, with a true heart, a man that will live in my thoughts forever, a man that still gives me power to fight, to live and to believe.
Discovered your name online. My maiden name is Lica. I thought it was Polish. What do you know? Are we related?
MPLS, Minnesota
USA
Hi Debbie,
No, my name is not Polish. I doubt we are related if you come from Poland.