I am not going to touch
the meaning...
No artificial
colours or preservatives...
my dragon; my love
conjuring a bewitched dream...
April showers us
With rays of sunshine and warmth...
.
Sunbeams warm a fairy's gift, that...
I slip into your inky blackness
You steal away my despair...
From a nut
To a stem...
Would time remember me
if I stood right by the horizon...
Sunshine weakly returns with
promises of so much more to come...
Asphalt;
melting by the swealtering heat...
"Hello there!" I say, though you're...
again you're still the favorite of the four...
Lustrous colors surrounded by a darkened skylight,
Reflect once again the day's end...