I Will Reborn
I refuse to die – to be an oblivion.
by Belquis Barés
I am addicted to the affection:
It is like leaving a seed
In another one to grow roots
and continue growing a part of your ground.
The autum only will be able to yellow my leaves,
To make them drop, to remove them in the winds.
Winter only will be able to whiten my figure.
But I will reborn every Spring and return
To reach fruition every Summer in your memories.