Anemone nemorosa in wood. JB, 2017.
This silly spring song is dedicated to Angel Morning
Almost spring, sunny day, winter goes in the grey velvet of each past times. Under young woods the anemone's light is the breath of the new life that cries White and pure, fresh and lovely you start dancing cute and lonely Each tear drop that falls from the sky like the kiss of dew on morning grass recalls me that each thing must fast run toward cold places; I always ask "Why?" White and pure, you are so lively. When you dance I grow sad, lonely When the sunlight becomes low and shy as at the sunset, when the mist wins, leading me though me toward black nights, I am a shiver that seeks my Love's eyes White is your soul, I am ugly like a savage herb, a pussly Sin and death are deep in me: a fight. As in a dream I saw you this morning dancing alone in the wood clearing. You are anemone light, fresh and white Without thoughts of sin, lovely you dance cool. I look at you freely Second Life, Elven Forest, March, 11th 2017 Thank you to my dear friend BC for his suggestion to my bad english