Is the rain naked
When she washes the streets?
For spring and flowers
For returns of prosperity
Is the snow cold
To visit the earth?
The wet dark earth
That has nothing to give
But shelter and a place to land?
Is the rose afraid of being seen?
With her lips turned into petals
And the moist dew
Clinging to her wings?
Does the heart regret to love?
That caused a woman so much pain
Is there anything in this world sadder
Than the old man pursued by
Only bees, without belonging?
This is fantastic
I’m interested in asking questions to myself or the universe today Rajiv, I’m glad you enjoyed it.
your use of metaphors is always colourful, i had to delet blogs in my reader just to many not seeing my favorite writers
Thank you I appreciate that toad. I’m hitting a bit of writer’s block of late.
Talk a walk and listen….