But
One thing you should know
you flourish my garden since you´ve
left my soil
with unseen fires you´ve touched
the ashes of my ground
like an alley of beautiful sorrows
that encloses my thought
with words of withered flowers
like any aroma without no roots
but
should you decided
to love me once again
little by littlle
my harden soil
will blossom one more time
like branches to the first sun
remember
at that day, that moment, that hour,
you will be my land
where the trace of winter
is hidden by weathered branches
like my old memories
of forgotten sorrows
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