joy and colors
make your days.
Mine is not black
or yellow but full
of different shades
only certain eyes
can discern.
I turn feeling the
sun caress my face
my leaves catch the
rain quenching my thirst,
Oh my love come to me
count the seeds planted
by mother earth and grow
on my face. I'm always
ready to follow you,
right, left, center, just
show me your face and
I will turn for you to kiss
me, I won't stop until I
grow old and seedless,
then earth will receive me
with open arms in Flower
heavens....
No comments:
Post a Comment