FROZEN WINDOW

FROZEN WINDOW

One more day fading into the night, when the frost draws complicated ice flowers on the windows… one more day without you. One more winter passed by and it looks as if the flowers say always the same story, always the same like last winter and ever. However this is not the same winter. It is just another winter without you.

I have forgotten when the snow buried my cry and froze my tears – it looks like an endless time since I have been fighting with the snows coming out every time thiner and paler from every winter that is defeating me.

I am hurt by all those years I could not fill myself with, all those years that I could not fill with myself… that’s maybe why I feel the winter comes earlier every year. But I am fighting till the last tear and blood drop to keep it in its place, not to freeze the window again covering the eye hardly sculpted in the ice flowers, the only window still open between me and the world.

Only through it you will see me when you come through the tunnel twisted from winter stripes, a tunnel as large as the universe but narrow at the other end, as narrow as the window eye where the ice flowers have melted. There will I be, waiting for you, prisonner among calendars and sandclocks.

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