Watercolor field,
Wind is blowing
Your ginger hair,
Sky and heaven
Was always there,
Seeds are sailing
Around the air.
Like cobalt blue
Of planet earth,
Like a memory
Full of dust,
Fade the seeds
Full of hurt,
Grey’s gone
Lavender comes.
Take me to
Watercolor field,
Wind is blowing
Cinnamon smell,
Sun is bringing
Morning heat,
Love and peace
Grow on trees.
Hamilton Guilherme
