Sun droplets between the clouds
are silver trinkets hanging from
a blue gold parachute.
They bid goodbye to dear love and its sorrow;
hearts gather around this sweet
summer Sunday.
~Proma
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3 comments:
This was an instant poem - to be read once, and forgotten.
And maybe the sunny warmth will linger a few seconds more.
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