MAGIC OF COLOR
Waking up a stirring thought,
komótosan, moccanva éled.
Oozing through your being,
drawing a mysterious picture.
Like a Phosphorescent Jewels,
emotions wrapped in colors,
glittering scales on the dead body,
They are flying with a veil.
Violet blue and white origin,
carnival rides are hilarious,
I mix some green and brown with it,
the epitome of gently rolling.
Blue, red, green flashing,
the wheels go round and round,
neon lights message in distance,
she bewitched your eyes like a magnet.
Leaving the raging waters,
My ships that have arrived in the reef are beautiful and graceful.
Bathing in red gold sunshine,
tiny dust particles going on a circle.
Torn by storm, ragged, messy clouds,
shades of purple and gray sitting over a hill.
Easy transition from azure blue,
a tired look can rest.
New dreams are born in the morning,
the cubes of my city hide fates.
The twilight is slowly approaching,
noisy yesterdays are recorded as memories.
Pieces of my world, about to hit the road,
They might sneak into your soul and beat you up.
They still embrace me like a fragrant flower,
Then they fly away like a butterfly.
Prepared Angela Kosta Academic writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator, journalist
