They dripped into the mind
dry trees and disrespectful memory
But when the shadow danced
in the hearts of people
the eyes of a baby
they caressed the new day
But look.
Look how this little cloud is running
He was blown away by the morning breeze...
Look at this tender stalk
How it pierced the hard soil
to meet the light...
Look at my hands.
who give you the red
The red of life
And this dream girl
with the jasmines
They call it hope.
N.Sigma
photo lisahamming, https://pixabay.com



























