I remember a poem I wrote for you when I was blind, lost in the immense darkness of love, a bittersweet mixture with a soft taste of pain.
Thus I realized that the summer's heat and the sea's waves take me to where I never imagined I'd return, back to your arms where once I called it home.
On the pretty words soaked in sorrows, I remember comparing you to a sunflower's field, blooming, growing between lines and knots.
I dodged hurricanes, got lost in abysses, but at the top of the cliff, I've always found you smiling.
Rainy springs don't bear fruits, bear seeds. I ever watered your thorns tooth and nail.
I can't go back and reach the last leaf of that trunk. The wind runs faster than a heart in tears.
And there another spring ends my little sunflower. I planted you on my rainy memories with sunny afternoons.
Lipe.
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20.01.2022
