The House of Winter
has a special silence and a time
eternal waiting that can hurt.
Here lives a rose
that feeds on love:
her, that looks like you like anything,
needs your warmth.
House Autumn
light sleep over every leaf
lying on the grass like a cloth.
not sleep but instead wants
to touch the rose
and I wait in the doorway
his sister and my wife.
The house in Spring
has no walls,
my love, no barrier
and everything is as you see it:
the sky in celebration
and the grass under your feet.
The rose window at
has a new color,
her, that love is a teacher and his
has the same smell your smell.
the summer house
is only light that you do not see
you, people who do not love;
you who do not believe
that a rose has a home for all
and if a man marries a
and that the bride is you.
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