which colour is the wind
brushing the hair of the pine trees
which cling to an abyss above the sea
sighing from longing to rest in the roots
which colour is the sea
the ever-changing but constant
dance of waves reflecting the vast
filling ear and heart with eternity
which colour is your soul
wearing sunsets in infinite skies
over the ocean's deepness
kissed by the calm of a tender rain
and the fragrance of roses.
(for D.)
2 comments:
the colors of your poetry are so much needed especially now in this war-torn world~~thank you for the light and peace you deliver, always.
I'm grateful for your friendship.
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