My brain bursts
with color-winged butterflies.
A well of deep thoughts;
full of why’s.
My lung bursts
with star dusts of the universe.
A pool of heavy sighs;
full of beautiful curse.
My mouth bursts
with flowers of May.
A hollow of unsaid feelings;
full of locution in stray.
My eye bursts
with the hues in the spectrum.
A window of emptiness;
full of fallen dreams in autumn.
My skin bursts
with an ocean of blue.
A blanket of pain;
full of wounds he sew.
