rainbow
I look for you
in the dew
and in this mist
that resists my sad arms
you are not in the grass
but in the air
where tiny drops of time
hover in space
waiting
to converge again
into the rainbow
of your face
in the dew
and in this mist
that resists my sad arms
you are not in the grass
but in the air
where tiny drops of time
hover in space
waiting
to converge again
into the rainbow
of your face
posted by Yes at 1:44 PM
3 Comments:
beams of beauty radiate from your words... i am near tears reading this... and i don't cry easily. whoa.... how you paint such lovely word pictures amazes me. thank you!
Perhaps it's where I am these days, but this makes me feel the longing well up. Beautifully done.
Yes, that's how I feel too--teardrops in the mist--
thanks for sharing this feeling with me...
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