
Life is like ice
that holds its breath
and is about to thaw
Life is like ice
that glares at the sun,
welcomes night,
and waits to thaw
Although the sun has no guilt,
life glares at the sun
Although night has no healing,
life welcomes night
Life spreads through me,
as if ice curses the sun
and changes into water uglily
Life grows rank in me,
as if ice accepts night
and feels joy