Remember

Benches gathering snow,
They hibernate throughout,
The white merely camouflages,
They slowly become oblivious.
Remember the summer days?
Where the sun would shine,
The warmth would embrace!
The lake would glisten;
Without an effort it would,
Carefully throughout the blue;
Snowflakes are all different,
And so are the seasons of life.

Poesi av Erick Flores och foto av Mikael Svensson.