only after the rain
feeling the urge
to walk in the rain
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Haha, there is a very ancient Haiku which says, essentially, “Often a man loves a woman, often a woman loves a man, seldom a woman and man who love each other.” A Third Dimensional reality. Fortunately, I see us all leaving the Third Dimension for the Fifth, just as fast as our rapidly evolving nervous systems permit (too much Light too fast is blinding)…
ahhh … to want what is here, to meet what is here … to love what is here …
Your poetry is chock full of that! 😊👌
“Seems to me some fine things have been laid on your table/But you only want the things you can’t get.”
Caramba, and isn’t that they way they say it goes? Oh, this being human.
ah, desperado …