Untitled-8 Poem by Christinne Radu

Soles dipped in the air of the polar night,
I stepped over this season
Without sensing the scent of the roses born from the stone,
Without unveiling the mysteries of the beginning of June from the wild strawberries shrubs
Traveller on the waters,
I didnt hear the screaming of the sun wanting me to look at it
While sinking in the mermaids' lodge
So I went
Til I reached the iceberg glory
Which was melting slowly, in the arms of the one begging for my eyes.