Poems And Poetry

seasons changes

The sky was blue until painted gray
It's the ecstasy before the month of may
And the crestfallen after my day
Feel the desire of the cleanest way

Unsugarcoated candy is all in your hand they say
Don't need to buy it now you don't need to pay
Unclench your hand you'll see even with no single hay
Don't always need the rain, just a glass to reflect the ray

I always thought I need to pay all the joy I'll receive but that's not always the case
If it's untied sometimes you don't need someone's help just to knot again your shoelace
Under all the troubles it's the waiting of the right time and totally to have the right place
If you have enough light then it would not be hard for rainbow to show in your window glass in the morning sun blaze