I was given a new heart to grow

DUET POEM by: A. DUBOVICI & S. SAVA

this fabulous winter 

something to devour my favorite magic hands.

I plant it by the old heart

Which bears the sharp fruit,

I bit through flesh and pits,

My tongue still numb by the afterburn.

I’m going back home now

to those abandoned trails 

stories of unknown, lost cities — 

that were once learned by countless 

courageous minds

After a while,

I couldn't hear its faint pulse but

at midday I'd chase

those white parachutes, suspended in sunlight—

learning my heart had drifted, wind-led,

summoning pollinators

in a new hiding place

of resistance and bloom serenity. 

Only if I could 

keep my roots high 

unperceivable to any other beings.

Photo credits/artist: Olamik (Pinterest)