Colours filled in buckets
got upside down
Coz she loves to walk on the rainbow,
Carrying pieces of glass
to make walls of light
That’s Stolen from the night
or say she borrowed.
Never tell her lies,
for she already read you
through her brown hazel eyes,
Even the streaks of light get captured in her refractions,
with all its features in her shadow that may arise.
I love the way she tells the night
to go to bed before the morning wakes him up,
She’s one tangy blue feeling that happens in once in a while.
Every time when the wind
hears her beautiful song around
She chimes in her own symphony,
That brings heaven clouds
On Earth to rejoice with rain
where she dances and call upon the dawn,
Until you listen to her she is your story in timeless pages
but you must not wait for her to frown.
She is not coming back on land to play the mud.