Hues'

Glisten and strew
Morning hues'.
Go through the covert
And spray the latitudes.
Drip in wet leaves,
Tone the dust,
Spatter the lake, and
Scatter into the rays of the sun.
Hue me;
Give colors to a dream!

Illusion was myself

I wished!

I could!

Now, I slap myself,

For the fever.

Fever inflicted by me.

On me!

Like I was still falling,

For an ant I trampled decades back.

I don’t want to be good,

Anymore,

Nomore.

I want to pipe out;

Streams to the crops;

Of the present.

Make happiness.

I take the second choice,

I go with you!