among dry bushes
and yellow grass
not a drop of rain
there walks my girl
a bit on the wane
among thirsty trees
cracked soil and dusty paths
not the slightest breeze
walking my girl to seize
in her wilt she pleads
that the guy comes up
together hand in hand
the rain will show up
like two lovers
running across this land
laughing and kissing
hand in hand
no umbrellas no coats
no need to cover
or look for shelter
running across this land
together hand in hand
© Dulce
6 comments:
how joyful! great for this day!!!
Mmm, I like it!
PS--I also like your orange clock!
Dulce.
You just keep writing, rain or no rain, shelter or not, running (or walking?), laughing, kissing, across this land--or across the sea.
You write.
We read.
The pleasure is ours.
PEACE!
D-I don't always understand what you say but I always love it. You have a style seperate from my thinking and I want to get to know it. It's a treasure I was beforehand unaware of. Great stuff. ~rick
Yes mam there is some joy in this one. Keep it up and you can publish a book of love poems.
Absolutely, pure joy!
the way it should be...
lovely writing.
lovely thoughts...that you so beautifully share with us...
~Calli
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