it is not very easy to be here with you in this strange land
where you are no longer feeling blue
where your feet have become roots
and where your arms and hands
have given to the shape of twigs and blooms of
beautiful flowers
it is not very easy for me
to stay here with you
where i am but a this seed sprouting
and then suddenly transported
with such fragile hands
still unfit to the coldness
of the frost and snow
i am shivering to the promise of your love
your independence
seemingly shall shatter my old solid feelings
but i don't really mind, i am putting my thick
winter coat on, and i am slowly learning
the language
of your love
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