Like Ice-cream
- mb-theeye
- 8. Apr.
- 1 Min. Lesezeit
So touched
by the beauty of creation
I share my joyful tears with the morning wind
and gently melt into this very skin and soil
like ice-cream:
“Mother Earth...I am back!
You choose the flavor...
...Vanilla?
...Strawberry?
Ahh...Chocolate I guess...
no cone no cup, am I right?”
"Hmm...I am fine," she says and gently smiles:
"spare me that sweet stuff
your tears are enough
I am more of that salty kind!"
