Puente

Vladivostok IV

Cloudy sky passing by,

lonely leaves, frozen birds,

sent away by northern airs,

bringing rain instead of you,

changing green for gloomy grey.

Sweetest music, where are thou?

Hiding whispers in old stone?

Set your wings and fly to me

All my thoughts will be your wind.

Come to me, let’s build a bridge,

not of stone, nor clay, nor wood,

but of dreams… and will… and hopes.

Huge new roots and roof shall be,

both for us and those to come.

Strong as flames, air, tides, ice,

forged in love by you and I.

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