CARTE BLANCHE #28

My heart is an empty land
Like a wounded soil after wildfires
Black dry barren
With no hope nor future
At least on the surface
Underground
is another story
Underground
is full of promises and tomorrows
Soon enough
Beauty of nature will rise again
My heart is an empty land
Ready for the magic of the fireweed
Destruction changed into blooms
Healing turned into flowers
My heart is craving for resurrection
Justine T.Annezo – August, 17th 2026 – GTM+2