A forest of old pine trees
Thick and long ,
Widespread green to the horizon
Rain drenched pine trees
That tells our tale …
We watched
Half-hidden sun behind mountain
Deep melancholic clouds
Embraced us like cold breath
For that one moment
You coarsed me
like the fragrance of wild roses
I was dead or alive
Does it matter to the world around ?

Fill me with your pain
Drop by drop
I will drink