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Closed room, inanimate things around,
no sign of nature, no gush of wind;
like an oasis, pomegranates smiled!
you brought pomegranates, blood red.
you brought life fluid, red blood,
red of my heart and yours, bright;
but I doubt,
are they really red, or scales of red---
pomegranates, blood, heart, our love?
I am confused here in the hospital bed;
things change from bright shades;
they change to dark shades, pale shades---
I am fatigued---
like the juicy red pomegranate arils
that you gently put into my mouth
they turn pale and a bit hard, crisp;
things always change from here to there.
but you gave me life fluid
and some thoughts---inevitable changes,
you said it was raining heavily,
you walked through rain slowly,
I didn’t see;
I am in a closed room, I didn’t hear;
you brought me some droplets,
again, life fluid of hope and glee;
things do change, let them change,
now, I accept;
pomegranates smile, we smile;
I can see the tomorrow; we, walking in rain