Saffron.
Won't you blaze with sun's fervour while
An endless dusk sleeps on ?
Won't you dawn on us,
A wildfire's vigour ?
Won't you ignite flames where,
These black ashes bridge soil and sky ?
Won't you lend your hue bright to
These greige drops dormant in vessels
Blanching under this persistent weather ?Won't you?
White.
Won't you emerge from us like a lotus
Springing over secluded muddy drains ?
Won't you bath our midnight shadows
With moon's soporific everglow ?
Won't you settle on us like cotton wisps tuck in
The storm after an exhausting battle ?
Won't you wash all our hues away,
Such that we see you clear
As milk floats irises of all tints ?Won't you ?
Green.
Won't you bear us a spring,
Ending autumn years weeping rust ?
Won't you bless this sterile clay
That bricks and pots hold,
With youthful vibrance of vines ?
Won't you flourish even in winters,
Like coniferous pine trees
Priding themselves over steep hills ?
Won't you nurture our barren slates
When you let even deserts bloom ?Won't you ?
The Blue Wheel
Won't you shelter us like azure,
The lost birds seek for in troubling sights ?
Won't you pacify us like oceans
That lull ragged breaths of waves to sleep ?Won't you prevail on us,
Sharpen the dull edges
And let the rectitude draw our maps,
So we pilgrims will carry
Lighter baggages on them shoulders ?Won't you spin for us, rob us our inertia ?
Won't you push us, our pendulums hanging
Still, while history holds it's breath ?Won't you ?
Won't you begin ?
Won't you soar ?
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Poetry"Sometimes I wonder If this is how it's supposed to be Can I make a choice ? Or is it all meant to be?"...