You said: it is possible to achieve happiness on earth
When it's not so hot.
Mother, I answered, It melts your sadness.
You whispered: it melts also the ice of my will.
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I love the three seasons of the sun,
The silent light.
There is so much warmth, so much softness in its silence.
It melts the old knots in my voice.
It heals my shadows.

Background: my mother loved the sun, but only when it was silent- not the loud sun of summer.