I dream of water pouring from the sky
Colors that touch the eye and fly.
Everything has been suffused
In tints of violet, indigo, blue, green, red.
Glistening downpour, a ruddy outburst
Of water varnished and dispersed.
Bringing in cascading shades of blues
Turquoises,indigos, sapphires, azures.
A prism of shades flying loose
Enwrapping earth in various hues.
An achromatic wind says its adieus
Enfolding in showering tinges that allures.
Beautiful… I’m there! dancing in that downpour
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It’s pouring here.
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yeah but I bet you do warm monsoony pouring . The kind to dance in. Here we do dour, wet coooold, so cooold to the boooone.
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Oh yeah. We enjoy warm weather even during winter lol
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Nice imagery!
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Thank you MJ
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You are very welcome!
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“Colors that touch the eye and fly” – lovely dramatic phrasing.
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Love the poem, even here where the rain chills the body right to the core it looks and smells amazing. Everything is so clean afterwards as well. I’d love to join you and dance in the monsoon downpour sometime as that would be so amazing.
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Reblogged this on barclaydave and commented:
Wandered across this amazing poem, please check out the original blog as it is full of all kinds of imagery and poetry. Please leave comments on the original site to let Yas know how much you enjoy her poetry, thank you.
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Thank you Dave. Am honoured.
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😀
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Beautiful Yas 🙂
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Beautiful poem.
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Thank you Jessica!
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