The footsteps that guided me
toward the pleasure of displeasure
They're called ' leaves ' sprinkled on the sea,
scattered by the tides to guide the treasure

The blue walls painted by the heaven
reflected the glory of the mighty
and roared their laughter like no craven
at the one, yet beautiful us or ' we '

The angels with their floral looks
shone with the waves with inexistence
The empty pages of the blue books
were abundance with no fence

The light that smiled it's heart
looked unknowingly upon me and, I
stepped to the unknown part
where the blue tigers beautify

© Sabita