Alba and anger
The fields of solar panels
rest in a white prolonged winter.
In the fog lights of cars are halo.
It dissolves the sun in a halo of light.
breathe the mist. Penetrate the heart,
become soft and delicate light
the flame that now burns, the blue of the pain.
do not bother I do not want to compete with the winter.
is why it is not white.
is not why I'm ice.
's just the fear to dissolve,
melt and flow downstream in a river, water
violated by raft and bodies,
shores of woods and misty eyes among the
liquid to a distant nightmare.
I do not want to compete with the winter.
He's my friend, he almost turned off the sun.
have a crystal that is everlasting,
as the skeleton of words.
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