Choice

The choice to be is not an easy one,
though as for living, there is no
forgetting, as waves roll on and on
so is the air I breathe, in and out,
so is the being of the Soul, and yes,
it is for free, no choice has to be made,
you are the One, the only One,
to read and be as morning Sun.

Smoke

Some smoke is dancing in the snow,
it makes me think of You, my Love,
some smoke is dancing in the snow,
there are no leaves and trees are naked,
O my Love, some smoke is dancing
with the snow, is there a message
then for me, are You inviting me, O,
so graciously, so graciously, I hear
Your voice, it hasn’t melted yet,
O Lord, my Lord of Frost, shall You
then keep Her here, before my Love
has melted, melted by some smoke,
here, dancing in the snow.

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