#WritcoPoemPrompt11
The days were unending as were the nights,
She waited and waited and waited,
But there seemed no hope in sight…
Invisible fence of the mind.
Waiting light.
Rewind... rewinding...rewind.
It was an hard day and night.
The flowers, hidden through the night.
The night must be kind.
till we find... ourselves.
The colorful colours she wears...
The black eye shadow...
She rides upon her head a flower instead.
Lemonade and summer breeze.
Dancing with her head...
Till she skeezes all the problem.
This morning. . . are heading out the winds we are talking about.
winds of true love and smile.
wind ....painted wind in a oil portrait.
With my mouth...out of sight shall we wait.




© Filipa