#splashes
Colours run
Into a clichéd rainbow,
A burst of unexpected fruit
From the depths within
Limited edition silver
To turn into even rarer gold
If you'd allow yourself
To open up about those splashes of rainbow
You can create something
The press would want to cover.
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 12:23 PM UTC
I almost believed that autumn came,
that rains castles of emotions have built.
Who is guilty of all those things?
The forest on the crust of sadness slipped.
In fall's eyes you see the leaves in the wind,
seeking happiness, weeping for the summer.
For nobody ever-ever told them
what is the meaning of a true autumn.
The days and dawns seem so far now,
the golden leaves flow in a theatrical way.
It was the end of the autumns ball,
they listen triumphantly on the unobstructed paths.
Autumn, with her untrustworthy sadness
returns again, sipping the light of the forest.
Looks like all is floating, resembling to a wave,
they curl and crumble from shore into shore.
The silent trees on the fall's fragile shoulders
are like leaves in the arms of rains soldiers.
With divine lights come through the enchanted glass
at the crossroad to give her one more kiss.
The autumn of soul is like a bouquet of wind,
like love-loving salvation wandering in thoughts.
The sap of love penetrates into the holy rains
with cold splashes, for having the last words.
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 8:36 AM UTC
magenta splashes
colored the dawning sky
with their sign of rain
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 9:44 PM UTC