Till the last drop of paint draws
the brushes wont cross the line
of hope and despair
the curvy innocence draws red
still fresh; your smile dwells souls
a full stop for the rest over
you are a creek to jump into
the point on a circle called life
bright strokes lit you alive
setting forth a random array
no one tells you what till you see the other side
loose flakes fall from the sky
struggling to form a life
grey eyes covering the haze
battered hands goes up to the sky
folded in sigh
hope against hope is yet to come
a season of cold is in full swing
fallen leaves tranquilizes the path
crushed under the feet
foray into the new form
peachy with spots all over
evolved is new time of life
the perception never fades
till the last drop of blood draws.
written: June 2008