the feeling of the cold air on my skin
entered deeper than just my pores.
i could feel it through my stomach.
soon enough, my teeth started breaking on each other,
and my lips chapped,
drawing an untouchable rose on the floor.
i watched the leaves moving,
and with them my body danced.
the beauty of spring
is that the coldness is weak enough for my heart not to freeze.
but the beggarly
freeing feeling
starts to envelop my body
like a mother covers her child,
and slowly i let myself go,
like flakes, like the seasons.
