The
day
I
painted
the field
Where
you
started
your life
I sketched a
heart
that belongs to you
The colours I selected
you
might not approve
You never assured with love
words that I wished to hear
Floating in the cloud I saw the
rainbows that hid in between
I called
them to join me on the journey of
friendship we shared
Instead they revealed
the insight of your heart you concealed so long
I wondered how they
recognised you better but I wispered to you more
Emptied in thoughts I
came and asked you how you passed your day
There was nothing to
exchange, and the hours passed like minutes
I pointed to the
garden of flowers where the sun made them blush
There
were bees buzzing to grab some honey in the meadow
Their
wings spread the charm to buds with colours of love
With rays of hope I wished to hear a solo from you
You chuckled and labelled me the day dreamer
How could I tell you what was in my mind
I puzzled with your choice of colours
Red I chose to impress you
The portrait
dangled
Could I read you?
I heard again
The word
Crap!
Did
I? 
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