WHEN THE SUN COMES TO STAY
In the fall, one day, a hard cold floor I hit
and there I stayed.
One day, one hundred, many days...
laying there I stayed.
On the ice I saw my name
and all my colors fading in dismay.
I saw my soul drifting away.
A friend asked me once,
how he could make his tropical woman happy?
Keep her warm, I said!
Keep her body warm
keep her soul warm
keep her heart warm
keep her womanliness warm!
With your arms and hands
with your words and ways
with your self
with your love!
One day I looked up, facing the Sun,
and I felt the blanket of ice
melting away.
D.V.
03/14
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