mandarins, oranges and me
three entities merging into the winter
our skins peeled by the same blizzard
our skins shivering under the same heavy sky
bloodied and kind of milky, low winter sky
mandarins, oranges and me
sweet tears expanding into the snowflakes
flavors of white bliss on children cheeks
death emerges into rebirth
orbiting endlessly the blizzard’s spiral
spilling life in crisp crystals
4 thoughts on “The Fruits Of My Winter”
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With some poems I often wonder what music might accompany them. With this one in particular I would opt for a violin piece by Mendelssohn.
Excellent taste in music!!! Thank you so very much, Louis Kasatkin!!! Let’s not forget some pine scent!! 🙂
Wow! Beautiful.
Thank you so very much, Rahul Aithal!!!