ver

page after page,
vernal chronicles write the grounds
with green and sunlight,
erasing whiteness,

small sounds heralding
the advent of the aurora…

life starts unfolding old youth
and sifts rich wind-scented drops of spring ,
lacing the shores of seconds.

reaching for your pastel,
i bare my palms of silence –
your soul’s texture, encrusted with love
is all i crave

© Liliana Negoi

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