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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
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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