The Cold Taste Of Life Poem by Rodrig Andrisan

The grass was high,
and in the air floated
a pleasant aroma of wild flowers.
All the vegetation was spreading a pungent smell,
while the wind was blowing slightly,
bringing with it the fresh scent of love.
The whole nature was apologizing to me with her innocent voice,
telling that she will not recreate the world
so wrong in so many ways concerning the common sense.
I was falling in life with her,
and the trees on the edges,
that seemed to fulfill conscientiously
their duty of guards,
they were remaining faithful to the forest that was
growing a little bit farther.
Time was a little bored of so much walk.
He had stopped to rest
on a birch stump
hollowing his teeth.
At that very moment,
there was a short scream in the atmosphere,
the galaxy rolled her bra off,
compressing everything
in large cerebral distortions.