The Snowstorm Unwoman

We tear love out by its roots
Replant it in a hundred distant gardens
“The love is dead, long live the love”
And we have no gods, no partners

The leaves grow pale and weak (The leaves grow pale and weak)
The flowers bloom too soon (The flowers bloom too soon)

I let them fall all around me, falling for me
I blush unseen and see them falling remotely

We live the myth, self-sufficient, brave and confidеnt
Mock-courage is our favorite currency
Dеmanding all the signifiers, calling happiness to us
But without tenderness, all this power is meaningless

The roots had rotted (The roots had rotted)
Before they could spread (Before they could spread)

I let them fall all around me, falling for me
I blush unseen and watch them falling remotely
In this snowstorm I don't know which arms I miss around me
With only words to tie us, intangible and tenuous (Trivial)