Snowflakes are gently kissing my skin,
warm and awaiting your touch.
You said you will give me whole life,
now I must face this winter alone…
I’m lying here and waiting for the snow
to warm up my bruised heart,
to cover and heal all my wounds,
to fill my holes and my cuts.
My tears will become little diamonds,
emotions, frozen in time.
In long night’s cold caress I will sleep
and wait for the spring to return.
When birds will come back from the south,
I’ll ask them to guide me away.
Alenka H., 2021