Wednesday 25 March 2009
Unreal
"It IS blue!", said the poet.
"No!", answered the dew, "I come from up there and it is not blue!".
"Then, what is that I see?!" The poet was reluctant to agree.
"Your hope", whispered the dew.
"My hope is green, child!". Logic seems evident to the poet.
"Green?", the dew smiled sweetly. "Colors", said softly before evaporating, "are your illusion!".
Sweet fragment from "Amazing Grace" by Art Turner and a soft background of small brooks and bird songs.
© 2009 Od Liam.
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you left me speechless with this post! :)
ReplyDeleteI have no words to say, well done!!!
Thank you, Fahima!
DeleteYou are too kind! I appreciate it!
I'm not being kind, Untony!!
ReplyDeleteI'm just being honest!
I meant it! :)
Doubly thank you, Fahima!
DeleteI never doubt you are honest, especially in this case!
But also you are kind, which makes you a beautiful being!
Thanks again!