May

It is the way
The new young may
Reveals its flowers
To the world.

The view around
Stops being grey
And penetrates
My heart and sole.

So the sky dances
Around my head,
With rains refreshing,
Grants its love.

Down to the living
Rainbows bend
Like roads to heaven
From high above.




Poetry by Alla Antares
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Written on 2007-05-11 at 08:38

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