Playing in the rain by Ann WoodTwo children, playing barefoot in the rain ... carelessly following his rhythm
and the air smells of grass
fresh, freshly cut.
Two children chasing barefoot outside,
and the rain came softly to them
the targets are wet, but they are now
with the game are so busy.
They don't think like us about a thousand things,
live today, live for the moment
the laughter on their faces
it leaves a bright trail, and it shines brightly for a long time.
I look at my bare feet
racing, furious on the grass,
and how tiny drops, merry rain,
shines on the kids' hair ...
In fact, we are losing this freedom,
when we become dependent on our problems.
Then we stop and play in the rain
we get up - seriously boring and big.
But I don't want to lose that sweet rhythm,
of the barefoot-disheveled child -
I want the memory of him to live in me,
until my heart stops beating.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2022-06-05 at 12:43
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