Winter in the City
The warmth of your kiss is melting snowflakes on my lips. Ever more are drifting down. Starting from nowhere. Or somewhere in the darkness high above. Each is a masterpiece of beauty. Yet they never care about their looks. Each contends with just drifting and falling. Sometimes I can be like that: just falling and letting go. An endless fall from my darkness entangled with life drifting in the whirls of the wind just hoping that there is still time. Craving for love to find me. And stay. Only then to realize that it is already there. And always was. The fear is gone and for a moment we can be free.
E-M10 Mark III