Blue, Green and Pink Colors
Days are like cotton candies,
Passing swiftly.
Nothing to relish for a longer time.
Blue, green and pink colors,
The taste does not get older, only melts away.
“I could remember the bird.
We were making fun of the bird,
Playing with it.
We let the bird fly away,
With a string attached to one of its leg;
It did not make it.”
Eastern Sky will bring another day
A new dawn, a new blessing
Prayer rug, book of supplication
and a new hope for a return of a pigeon.
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