Those Roseate leaves..
Dwelling like us are these branches
Of conversation..
Surrounded by these thoughtful birds of times
Are these conversations..
Birds of flattering yet blindsiding emotions
Emotions, changeable with each new dawn of mighty authorities
A dawn of brightness, they fear not
For
Possess they many veils of countenances
Fear they thus, but, a failure of their dark endeavors..
Endeavors through self for self, in darkness of human nicety ..
But oh! Always in brightness of malice and hypocrisy
Dark, bright, shy and light, still so bright.. appear they bright..
Yet so dark, yet so false, these leaves of communication
an their inner self knows it all,
Move on thus these false birds in quest, for the sky of alms..
Pass them all oh soul innocent, pick up the true green color of life
Such is the life, decide well to choose thy color..
Green, roseate, blue, white or your soul�s true new color?
Crush you don�t the countenance of thy leaf for others
Let it free, like your wish
Let it true, like your lord
Let it be calm, like your thoughts
Let be love, like life wants
Let it be pure, like a kid
Let it be real you, like your wish..
Let be all, the dark, the bright, the shy, the true, the pure, the love..
But in trueness of every emotion..
Realize you may thus, the leaves of your conversation..
Those branches of connecting souls
Go on then, bud a tree like nature
With branches of pure and lovely words
Of conversation...
