A pied of symphony yellow
Dappled in soft pale peach light
My croak rumbled over the landscape
A glimmer, a glisten in the night
Doused in a Tuscany tinge,
Confined to the shallows,
A whirlwind of sorrow laced with deepest regret
Sweet symphonies silenced. I just can't forget.
Soft scents engulfed, like my confined croak
The creep of consumption, my withering hope.
Rages of crimson, a blaze like a light in the dark
Parched to the bone, ebony black, a shallow heart.
The water my sanctuary,
As my hope blossoms out
A pied of symphony yellow dappled in soft pale peach light
l spring through the land, light streams through the trees
As soft as the sky
A tangerine glow, a little flame grows
This flame will not hurt, only help to revive.