The latent ardor
flows through a waiting woman.
The frost-kissed meadow-
where when blossoms reigned she held
the one. Inamorata.
The latent ardor
flows through a waiting woman.
The frost-kissed meadow-
where when blossoms reigned she held
the one. Inamorata.
Under a dying
cypress tree lies an etched slab-
what words I could give.
One day I will stop coming,
the cypress will watch over her.