I am dotted silver threads
dropped from the heaven by the Gods..
Nature then takes me,to adorn
Her fields and valleys..
I plucked beautiful pearls from the crown of ''ishthar..''
to embellish the garden..
When I cry ,..the hills laugh..
When I humble myself, the flower rejoice..
When I bow., all things are elated..
The field and clouds are lovers..
And I am a messenger of mercy..
The voice of thunder declare my arrival
The rainbow announces my departure..
I touch gently at the windows with my soft fingers..
And my announcement is a welcome song..
All can hear,.. but only the sensitive can understand..
The laughter of the field..
The tears of heaven..
This is a beautiful poem. The pictures go with it perfectly. I like many of your photos. The kitty playing in the garden looks so sweet. I wish I could read your commentary.
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