Justina

The soul that exists

I longed masochist soul

that was deeply buried 

This is a juniper tree

could\'t be shine on

It grew, grew ,grew

it died, had been ashes

i tried, and it died

It shot up in unknown corner

Ashes, Ashes

I can see its radiance

I  caressed its slender branch head

sighed out

Ah, i eager for your resuscitation

I felt you around

I felt you are the deeper of i am

Ah

Devouring me with your invisible hands

I stayed still, and smiled

being able to feel your existence