My Blooming Words

Knitted Together

While the raindrops scatters on the ground,
our footsteps imprints clones and
gets washed away by wavy sounds.
The umbrella which we hold, and
where the rain drops;
Keeps us knitted together,
close, yet my mind is not bound.

Is this not the way to express love?
I feel that I fell, now I cannot get up.

We look at the horizon, low keyed eaten by the clouds.
It's where the sun was designed to be,
but the sun stands with me at this reasonable hour.
The umbrella which we hold, to
keep us safe from the hole in the cloud;
Keeps us knitted together,
we are whimsical, yet so real to be proud.

Is this not the way to express love?
I know that I'm lost in a beautiful world.

When the birds fly again in the sky,
when the clouds are gone
and the umbrella starts to lie;
The umbrella which we hold, to
escape from the reality, 
no longer will keep us knitted together,
to know each other better.

We will walk away, 
imprinting clones of our footsteps.