Sometimes

Sometimes it happens
one thing to end prematurely,
like a cherry flower
which blossoms in march,
but is killed by a wonderful snow-
and you don't know what to do :
to cry for the lost dream
of that flower who wanted
to kiss your lips ,
as a blushing cherry
filled with the sun's sweetness,
or to run amazed,playing
with the frozen rain of tears...

But how much pain
and suffering
when you don't know
if something is finished
or not
and you are still waiting.