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