When I looked at you
You are old and dovel
Floating on the sky
Muddling a juggling sound
Relishing your head on flight
Driving back home
I looked at your drive
One loneliness path
Passing through the forest
Visible on the other side
Golden city a beautiful palace
Hunting towards the end
Then stopped
You come down from your skirt
Looking bright but aged
A blooming eye hovering
Mildly shaken but still moving
Found one fountain of color
Becoming colorful in mind
You just uttered genius!
No comments:
Post a Comment