
I pick ground tubers
orange, white, deep purple,
while my students practice
yoga ’bout the hills
around us
In morning sun and overnight dew
I laugh then cry through the splendor
Prisms of light diffract there
on my lashes beaded rainbows
I close my eyes slowly till I am consumed
by indigo, orange,
white, deep purple
Β© Chagall 2014

Very inviting. π
Thank you, Salva. —Chagall
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