
Towards the yellow sun
Her fingers dripping paint
She left a trailing rainbow
A shadow on the run
Chasing lonely nights
A poem on her lips
Through spangled city lights
A child with broken wings
Colors tangled in her hair
Stars upon her head
With dreams under cover
Like a memory that bled
From white ringlet clouds
Upon the azure sky
Running on to nowhere
Free of worldly care…
I love the odd optimistic verse in the midst of melancholy ones!....plus, a sprightly rhythym! :)
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