Buried dreams

Broken-glass

I buried that dream
in the field
of lost ideals
shattered
like thousand pieces of
broken glass
I covered it with soil
knowing it will not grow
anymore

snow raged from the April sky
and covered the wound
that was dry
from long spilled blood
I did not care anymore
I turned my back
to anything I had ever lost
and looked towards
a field where flowers
still did grow

© Iva Beranek (Dublin, 28th April 2016)
Photo from here.

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