Drops to blind my shyness’ glance
Which is hiding my whole trust
Under yellow lining dust.
Smiles to catch the evening chance.
Drops to wash away the crust.
Yellow sips are flowing down
Yet their energy jump high
Till my head it’s touching sky
While the rapture dance around,
Heavy frame within the fly.
Drops to paint my vision right,
Yellow pale to green on lane,
Circles rounding yet again,
Squares to measure every sight.
Wondering I am alright!
@Simona Prilogan, 02/02/2018, Nottingham
In orange sky of Summer dive.
The Sun when dancing through green places
All blue the dreams keep me alive.
I’ve burnt the hope in purple pieces.
From all I took the sense of day
To lead the Light to my soul wishes.
Only a color in my sight,
Would be The White, would be The Power
Of One, or Light, or Good, or Right.