Sunday, June 28, 2009

blue rain

this transparent rain
comes in all possible shades
you choose what you want

with no trace of blues
the children waddle across
the muddy waters .

/ original / zg

8 comments:

  1. Yes, this makes me think of the innocence of childhood. Lovely!

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  2. Zoya, they need those blue glasses (toy) you put on the other page. :-)
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  3. I love the way children face things. Perhaps they only worry about the color later--as jaded adults making too much of things?

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  4. Do we imbue the clear drops with blue? this is quite hopeful!

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  5. There is a choice - children get it - they choose the now...Nice words

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  6. Oh yeah... your poem takes us on a journey back to our childhood! Thank you so much for sharing this lovely piece!

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..namastey!~