Let my blue sad rain hold your green of life, <br />And save it in the unique flower bud. <br />We need so much, my love, to be alive, <br />More than the dying bodies need their blood. <br /> <br />So we keep deep in our hearts the caves, <br />Those love caves, which are reflected as a gleam <br />In our Elysian dreams like souls in their graves, <br />Those colored dreams being engrossed by scream. <br /> <br />The light of our eyes is shadowed by the gray, <br />Those clouds of suffering, clouds of awakening. <br />Our souls need to rejoice, while we need to pray. <br />Our blissfulness is only love uplifting. <br /> <br />When our springs and winters are entwined and crowned, <br />White snow hides the glow of the exploding green. <br />That green can grow from the seeds down in the ground, <br />When life is pronged up by the process of gene. <br /> <br />A curve of silence like a cascade of screams, <br />Or globs of foams filling the unwanted void, <br />In the nature makes the rainbow sparkly gleams <br />Will these divine greens of nature be destroyed?<br /><br />Marieta Maglas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-blue-rain/
