Take me to
Watercolor field
Wind is blowing
Your ginger hair;
Sky and heaven
Was always there
Seeds are sailing
Around the air
Like cobalt blue
Of planet earth;
Like a memory
Full of dust;
Fade the seeds
Full of hurt
Grey’s gone
Lavender comes
Take me to
Watercolor field
Sky is blowing
Cyanide breath
Sun is bringing
Morning heat
Love and hate
Grow on trees
Hamilton Guilherme,July 9th,2013
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