Wind Colours
Drifting Into Free
the other day the clouds burst open. my hair turned into braided raindrops. hair strands sharing cloud water. oval reflective drops of light in a brown forest. an earthly fullness around me. as early morning awakens. white against white. the clouds are smiling. drifting into free. © Susy Kamber All Rights Reserved
2020
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a fleur being
the wind brought paint. the sky her water. a paintbrush on hand. the flower from under, all the trees in full delight. rustling their leaves. in movement alike. so forward she ventures. along with her muse. her footsteps are patterns. of which she does choose. to dance this young painter in water awash. becomes a fleur being. and flower to touch. Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights reserved
2020
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Wind Colours
The child spoke to the wind one day and all of a sudden could see its colors. Normally the wind is transparent and can only be felt or seen by the way it touches things. But today the wind had colors. “Why do you look so filled with colors, she asked the wind.” The wind didn’t know the answer. It tried to find out and asked the sun. “Dear Sun, why can the child see my colors?” The sun smiled and answered, “because she spoke to you.” © Susy Kamber All rights reserved
2020
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