when berries have dried
\ngo and pick up\u00a0 the seeds,
\nreplant them in the garden
\nof love in your backyard
\nwhich is where you began to enjoy
\nthe music of myenahs
\nand the sight of lillies you planted
\nin winter
\nwhen nothing else grew,
\nthe smell of mint and
\nthe basil leaves that did not survive<\/p>\n
are all there to recall
\nonly if you would have time
\nto listen, touch and feel
\nthe purity of intimate air
\nwithout beaconing an expectation
\nand yet so sure
\nso certain
\nbut not without doubts
\nof intentions impure
\nyou have to decide
\nwhether to smile and laugh
\nor be worried and
\nthen cry
\nto ask for the moments
\nwhich can only revive
\nthe pain
\nbut then when did you really like
\nthe clear sky<\/p>\n
you have yearned for clouds
\nthat will dissipate sooner than later
\nthough their shadow can create the
\nillusion of evening
\nbut why not seek
\nthe silence of the night
\n\\when birds have gone back to their nest
\nand he is around
\nwho you rever, healed and brought back
\nfrom the\u00a0 cliff of time
\nonly to be left
\nalone when spirit was waiting to be sublime<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
when berries have dried go and pick up\u00a0 the seeds, replant them in the garden of love in your backyard which is where you began to enjoy the music of myenahs and the sight of lillies you planted in winter when nothing else grew, the smell of mint and the basil leaves that did not … <\/p>\n