A WINTER FLOWER
Permanently undressing
it is my balcony,
of flowers and plants.
It’s a reflection of me.
Of all those long years,
fearful is my bloom again.
Beautiful in the freezing winter,
I see color in the cyclamine.
As long as it lasts,
as long as it lasts.
im going to watch this
Just like the union of the rainbow,
like a pure white flower,
like at this time,
would like to be me.
Prepared Angela Kosta writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator, journalist
