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The child in me plays gleefully
Spinning the umbrella as if
In a whimsical way…
As a way to get soaked
in the drops of rain
And fall in the world
of magical display.
that fills my heart with joy
As the rain softly twirls…!!
Sipping a  cup of warmth,
held close in  hand, And
gazing from afar, enchanted and charmed
I wander through the misty wonderland
Created by the dense drops from the sky
And then sneezing all-day
Sending a sigh of fever
But still enjoying it
As monsoon’s gentle touch…..
And then waiting for another drench
A moment
that nothing else can restrain!!.
 Jul 2023 Edmund black
Zywa
Love: forgetting you

know each other, discover --


each other once more.
Novel "De rimpels van Esther Ornstein - De geschiedenis van een verzuim" ("The wrinkles of Esther Ornstein - The history of a neglect", 1959, Simon Vestdijk), chapter 3-4

Collection "Inmost [2]"
i am glad
it didn't work
out with your
past lover so
you could be
forever mine
 Jul 2023 Edmund black
badtaste
one little spider fell on my leg
I smacked him off then I said
"Did you nibble?
Did you bite?"
he said no
just kissed you goodnight
:)
I made this poem for my little cousin
the truth is not for everyone,

pious souls
poets have a task to perform without pursuing foolish curiosities that arise through weakness of intellect,
pride, or
diabolical urges.
to dig and dig,  to trace  endless chains of causes and effects,
to dig and dig seems as foolish as trying to build a castle from sand and hope that will touch the sky,
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