Little boys ran naked on the field
A little arc of sunlight on their heads
Made them look like angels
Or lovely little devils
The mother filled her empty bag
With vegetables and glory
She looked at the idyllic sky
A soft viola played
A famished father called out
A lover collapsed in his beloved’s arms
And died a hundred thousand times
Flowers flew out
Butterflies lazed around
Birds took a cloud ride
Clouds took a sun roller coaster
The fruits were ripe
And none were forbidden
Shy girls gorged on them
Some even wrote poems
This is a bit of what happened,
When I saw you smile
2 comments:
Beautiful. Whose smile is worthy of such magic, may i ask?
Your smile, ofcourse =)
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