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God of Snow

written by: Giorgia Spurio

@SpurioGiorgia

 

The Winter is as a Tree.
He’s the Tree of the Frozen
of Nature and of Fire
of Human Hearts.

He’s young, but He’s old.
He’s nice, but He’s bored.
He’s as a crystallized house
and He’s as a white flower, a cold
hand of the wind.

He’s a voice, He’s the secret
lover of the Snow,
He’s a King
and He kisses every wolf.
He runs, He gives some rings,
gold and silver radius of the sun,
He rides his Moon’s horses.

He’s an echo
in the transparent forest,
He’s the sky
when the mountain writes
her end.

He’s a father and He’s a son.

The Spring leaves
her breaths for Him,
the Autumn dresses
His leaves
in red and yellow wires
where the Summer
abducts them
to leave her hot hairs.

The Winter is a brother.

He’s the Father
of the others season
and Their Son.

He’s a white god
where the colours
meet others colours.

Giorgia Spurio

Giorgia Spurio

Giorgia Spurio was born 21 december 1986 in Ascoli Piceno (Italy). She studied Italian Literature in University of Urbino. She works in the projects with the children: she teaches music and she helps children and teenagers in their homeworks. Her books of italian poems are: "Pensieri di Inchiostro", "Quando l'Est mi rubò gli occhi", "Dove bussa il mare", "Quanto è difficile essere bambini", "Piccoli Prometeo", "Le ninne nanne degli Šar", "L'orecchio delle dèe". Her first novel is "L'inverno in giardino". She published a short stories in ebook: "L'odore del mare". She writes poems, short stories and tales.
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