The tree of sacred love
Awake to love, Essene heart! Awake to the rising sun on the shores of the Dead Sea! Burning dreams dilate golden pupils and hearts, in the city of sleeping palaces. Golden dreams, among branches of ancient olive trees, under the oak of Manre…
And in your quiet and hurt heart, you recite this meaningful poem: A forgiveness that doesn´t exist. You rooted in vanity. Like a tree with its branches of your leaves give freedom. The time never comes. The branches are never pruned. These continue to grow until reach your soul. Eternally… radiant and golden soul.
But one day everything is over. The small tree is dying with its leaves and its branches. It dies of pain and rage. It dies of bitter sadness forgotten. It dies, slowly, with its leaves and millenary branches. You forgot to water it with your most sincere love. Poor sacred tree! Your immense vanity tears it! Its leaves are falling, slowly, while love escapes… Escape looking for another tree where to rest its soul… Its soul in love and its broken silver tears…
Maika Etxarri
Copyright poetry and photography
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