A girl under the blossom trees

 

She is sleeping on the cold ground
under the warmth of blossom trees
to dreams she seems eternally bound
                             around her the melting snow
the lullaby of  busy honey bees
                 what did you seek and at the end what did you saw?

a spring that cannot wait
to touch her delicate skin
a life can only follow fate
but who can finally win?

Amidst the silent world
nature claims that soul its own
a child rest alone
                      – so extremely bold
an angel passing by
         sees her eyelashes wet
he rests his sorrow on her thigh
                and whispers “at last we met”


Maria Rodopoulou

inspired by He Jiaying's painting
"pear blossom frozen in the spring  snow"