Wednesday 8 May 2019

Metaphors of life

















The Pink, the little girl that I could never be
While on her way to be red
Coloring the sunset red, on my skyline
With all the fire and passion

Virgin and flawless white voicing as true love
Splashed on my ocean shores as foams,
Washing away all the colors of mine
Leaving no shades to paint the wildfire of love.

Like a flickering flame of a candle
Blue came gliding across my morning sky
Peeping through the misty clouds
Enriching the color of my rising dawn.


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