Greener on our side
since last time when we were talking of stars
trees shook off its crown wet soil
reminded of aroma of sweet clime
the passages went ahead where
a hill is bend on a hill.
I would not take a deroute,
the sign that went past said it is 5km away
where skies in mist and everything consistently
hearing a monotonous tone of the valley.
If there is one thing I could remember
laughter filled in heavy boughs of snow
in new sun that is barely there
and dreams of our eyes.