Moment to Moment
A moment - thats all. But good enough for the rainy days - unless you find 'moments' then too.
Just a plain observation, Balan. To make it a poem in the conventional sense, something more is needed. But I am not bothered about it being a poem. Our whole problem is trying to comform, to fit into into a pattern... We are always in conflict, trying something, trying to become... Can we be totally free?
was that really a sparkle in the canopy ?tilt your head the right way-and the flashes are gonethe colors fade away-sunlight,shines bright.shadows of doubt sulk away in spite.
dear uncle i can see a beautiful rainbow!
felt like tilting head ,this way,that way :)
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