The Pink and Brown

Two slices of early morning stand by The brook looking at them in red envy They are exchanging colors from the sky I can not but look at the two in glee On a face sits the trellises of sun On the other black shadows of brown leaves Wind whispering pink in one’s soft hair bun Orange contentment glistens in their lips A pinkish white pigeon in the hair bun It wants to fly together in the blue The leaves dither, a brown hesitation The rose can not blossom between the two I look at the moving time in the train It laughs at the brown coloured forced restrain _________________________________________________ May 11//2017