In the absence of blue light
Engulfed by sleepiness
He was a face hidden in the darkness
By the reddish warmth of the firewood
I waited
Blinded suddenly by the illumination
It was a revelation, a face.
The earth turned
I turned with it
My thoughts scattered as if windblown
Growing inside me
In the direction of the prevailing wind
Was a seed
Spreading out its radical
Attaching within.
I was a dried flower
Wrapped in the leaves of loneliness
I unfurled and expanded
Steeped by love
Emulating,
A blooming flower
I was a green garden
Fragrant with the smell of the roses
Kissed by the thoughts of togetherness
Not a blade of grass
It dawned
I recognized in the weak sunlight
It was a face
In a green pullover.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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