This winter

If I could die
This winter,
As the tree dies,
Like a snake dies
All the long winter.

At the end of winter the trees grow new,
The young sap rises above the roots,
It blooms on smooth green leaves
And a lot of arrogant flowers.

And the snake drops its shell,
His new leather worked like a conch;
His tongue comes out like a flame of fire,
That fire knows no fear.

Because they are dead
All through the long winter,
Because they know how to die.

If i could die
If I could go to zero,
To sink into a sleepless, dreamless abyss ঘুম
But I didn't have to die every moment
In an attempt to survive,
To be happy
Trying to write well, love.