By Angel Solis
If in a morning the frozen rain coverts me
And in the gray valley ashy colorful snow
They find me…
Let me crystalize with the cold heat in a stalagmite
While the cold wind blows me into ice …
I’ll be an eternal glacial of pasts and presents
And only my guilt will wounded me…
Breaking my figure ice and transparent rain
The rude gusting will create frozen designs
Purifying my body…
I will be beautiful in icicles fooling the snow
And my red body tainted in gray..
But everlastingly sheltered by you…
